Cleek of Scotland Yard: Detective StoriesHanshew, Thomas W.
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Cleek of Scotland Yard: Detective Stories
Hanshew, Thomas W.
Cleek, Hamilton (Fictitious character) -- Fiction; Detective and mystery stories
"Yes. But not that alone. I think I cried a little and I _know_ I
went down on my knees--right there--out in those woods, when I read
those splendid words, 'There is but one more debt to be paid. The
"some day" of my hopes is near to me at last.'"
Her voice died off. He uncovered his head, and a stillness came that
was not broken by any sound or any movement, until he felt her hand
slip into his and remain there.
"Walk with me!" he said, closing his fingers around hers and holding
them fast. "Walk with me always. My God! I love you so!"
"Always!" she made answer in her gentle voice; and with her hand
shut tight in his, passed onward with him--over the green meadows
and into the dim, still woods, and out again into the flower-filled
fields beyond, where all the sky was golden after the fierce hues
of the sunset had drained away into the tender gleam of twilight,
and there was not one red ray left to cross the path of him.
"You have led me this way from the first," he said, breaking silence
suddenly. "Out of the glare of fire, through the dark, into peaceful
light. I had gone down to hell but for you--but that you stooped
and lifted me. God!"--he threw back his head and looked upward, with
his hat in his hand and the light on his face--"God, forget me if
ever I forget that. Amen!" he added, very quietly, very earnestly;
then dropped his chin until it rested on his breast, and was very
still for a long time.
* * * * *
"Yes," he said, taking up the thread of conversation where it had
been broken so long a time ago, "there is but one more debt to be
cleared off: the value of the Princess Goroski's tiara. A thousand
pounds will wipe that off--it was not a very expensive one--and I
could have had that sum to-day if I had thought of myself alone.
Mr. Narkom thinks me a fool. I wonder what you will think when you
hear?" And forthwith he told her.
"If you are again 'fishing'," she replied with a quizzical smile,
"then again you are going to be successful. I think you a hero. Kiss
me, please. I am very, very proud of you. And that was what made you
late in coming, was it?"
"Not altogether that. I might have been earlier but that we ran
foul of Waldemar and the Apaches again, and I had to lose time in
shaking them off. But I ought not to have told you that. You will
be getting nervous. It was a shock to Mr. Narkom. He was so sure
they had given up the job and returned home."
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