Science fiction; Speculative fiction; United States -- Politics and government -- Fiction
Kearns glanced about him. There were four windows to the apartment;
two of these were closed; the others were open. All four windows were
securely shaded with heavy blinds. Kearns crossed over and carefully
examined each window-casing and shade.
“Was it through a window?” continued the King.
“Possibly, Sire,” answered Kearns.
“You say possibly,” exclaimed the King, somewhat petulantly, “yet
how is it possible? On the ground directly beneath those windows are
two sentinels; on the roof directly above are two other sentinels.
The trees of the park are many feet away and from them no shot could
be fired which could possibly strike at the angle this shot struck.
Besides, you see the shades are undisturbed; no bullet has passed
through them. How do you account for all this?”
“I’ll know far more by this time to-morrow, Sire,” answered Kearns
calmly, “after I’ve concluded my investigations. In the meantime, I ask
that nothing here be disturbed.”
“And you will speak then to-morrow?” exclaimed the King eagerly.
“It was agreed, Sire,” said Kearns, with dignity, “in order to ensure
my usual success, that I should be permitted to pursue my usual
methods. I’ll speak, Sire, at my usual time.”
“Speak at your usual time!” repeated the King, apparently somewhat
bewildered. “And when is that?”
Kearns touched the foot of the prostrate dog lightly with his own.
“When,” he answered with cold determination, “when I hold the assassins
within my net--securely within my grasp!”
CHAPTER XIV
THE COUNTERPLOT
“Tell me, Professor,” said Kearns to Dean at fourteen o’clock on the
following day, “I’ve reason to believe I’ll need you badly in clearing
up matters here. Will you help me?”
“I’m a little hurt at the question,” replied the Professor. “I should
have hoped you would have taken the answer as a matter of course. How
long will you need me? I’m at your service regardless of the length of
time; but I ask because the last thing General Mainwarren did before
leaving for Pennsylvania this morning was to request me to communicate
with him speedily regarding the offer which he made me.”
“How long shall I need you?” repeated Kearns reflectively. “I can’t
say. That depends, I imagine, largely upon you.”
“Very well,” answered Professor Dean, “General Mainwarren will have to
wait. Suppose you begin by telling me how I can be of use to you.”
“I have already explained to you the nature of the case,” said Kearns.
“I had another interview with His Nibs--that is--ah--His Majesty, I
mean--this morning, but it did not result in my ascertaining anything
of value beyond that which I already knew.”
“Indeed!” commented the Professor.
“No. It seems,” continued Kearns, “that after returning from the ball,
the King immediately disrobed, retired, and was soon sound asleep. He
was awakened by a sharp bark from the dog and sprang up just in time to
see the animal fall in its death agony. At the same moment he noticed
the flutter of the white paper on the floor.”
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