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stealing over her as the result of an ill…defined and apparently
causeless dread。 Now an actual； imminent； and fearful peril
confronted her。 Under such circumstances most women would have
fainted； and； indeed； if Gwen had herself been asked how she would
have acted under such a supreme test； she would have prophesied the
same maidenly course as her own； yet； in the real exigency … how
little do we know of ourselves； save what actual experience has
taught us！ … this is precisely what she did not do。 When the
horrible apparition first rose in her very face； as it were； a
momentary weakness caught her and she clung to the sash for support。
Then the wonderful fire of the malignant eyes； green； serpentine；
opalescent； with the wave…like flux of a glowworm's light seen
under a glass； riveted her attention。 She had ceased to tremble。
Our fear of death varies with our desire for life。 Dulled by a
great grief； she did not so very much care what became of her。 The
future's burden was heavy； and if it were necessary she now put it
down； there would still be a sense of relief。 As this thought
passed like a shadow over her consciousness she felt herself
irresistibly attracted to the awful face before her。 Her assailant's
gaze seemed to have wound itself about her own till she could not
disentangle it。 She was dimly conscious that she was falling under
a spell and summoned all her remaining strength to break it。 Quick
as the uncoiling of a released spring； and without the slightest
movement of warning； she threw her entire weight upon the sash in
a last endeavour to close the window； but the man's upraised arm
held both her weight and it； as if its muscles had been rods of
steel。 Gwen saw a long knife in his free hand； … saw the light
shimmer along its blade； saw him raise it aloft to plunge it into
her bosom； yet made no movement to withdraw beyond his reach and
uttered no cry for help。 It seemed to her that all this was
happening to another and that she herself was only a fascinated
spectator。 She was wondering whether or not the victim would try
to defend herself when the knife began its descent。 It seemed
ages in its downward passage； … so long； indeed； that it gave her
time to think of most of the main experiences of her life。 At last
it paused irresolutely within an inch of her bosom。 She wondered
that the victim made no attempt to escape； uttered no cry for help。
Suddenly she felt something whirling and buzzing in her brain； while
a wild fluttering filled both her ears； then the swirling； fluttering
torment rose in a swift and awful crescendo which seemed to involve
all creation in its vortex； then a pang like a lightning…thrust and
a crash like the thunder that goes with it； and she saw a tall man
striding rapidly from the window。 She was still sure it was no
personal concern of hers； yet an idle curiosity noted his great
height； his dark； mulatto…like skin； and a slight halt in his walk
as he passed through a narrow beam of light and off into the
engulfing darkness。
It was many minutes before Gwen regained any considerable command
of her faculties； and she afterwards told me that she was even then
more than half inclined to consider the whole thing as a weird dream
of an overwrought mind。 At length； however； she realised that she
had had an actual experience； and that it was of sufficient
importance to make it known at once。 She accordingly hastened to
lay the whole matter before me； and I； in my turn； notified the
police； who； at once instituted as thorough a search as Gwen's
description made possible。 She had told me that her assailant was
dark…skinned； yet with straight hair； and a cast of features that
gave no hint of any Ethiopian taint。 This； and his halting gait
and great stature； were all the police had in the way of description；
and I may as well add that the information was insufficient； for they
never found any trace of Gwen's assailant。
I had had some hopes of this clue； but they were doomed to
disappointment。 It seemed evident to us that if anything were ever
done in bringing Mr。 Darrow's assassin to justice； Maitland would
have to do it； unless； indeed； M。 Godin solved the problem。=20
Osborne； Allen； and their associates were simply out of the question。
We debated for some time as to whether or not we should write
Maitland about Gwen's strange experience； and finally decided that
the knowledge would be a constant source of worriment without being
of the least assistance to him while he was so far away。 We；
therefore； decided to keep our own counsel； for the present at least。
Maitland had written us a few lines from New York telling us the
result of his analysis； and ended by saying：
There is no doubt that Mr。 Darrow died of poison injected into the
blood through the slight wound in the throat。 This wound was not
deep； and seemed to have been torn rather than cut in the flesh。
What sort of weapon or projectile produced that wound is a question
of the utmost importance； shrouded in the deepest of mysteries。
Once this point is settled； however； its very uniqueness will be
greatly in our favour。 I have an idea our friend Ragobah might be
able to throw some light upon this subject； therefore I am starting
on my way to visit him this afternoon； and shall write you en route
whenever occasion offers。 My kindest regards to Miss Darrow。
Yours sincerely；
GEORGE MAITLAND。
P。 S。 I shall have leisure now on shipboard to set tie that question
of atomic pitches； which is still a thorn in my intellectual flesh。
I handed this letter to Gwen； and； after she had read it through
very carefully； she questioned me about this new theory of Maitland's。
I went through the form of telling her； after the usual practice of
amiable men discoursing to women； feeling sure she would be no wiser
when I had finished； and was dumfounded when she replied： 〃It looks
very reasonable。 Professor Bjerknes； if I remember the name； has
produced all the phenomena of magnetic attraction； repulsion； and
polarisation； by air vibrations corresponding； I suppose； to certain
fixed musical notes。 Why might not something similar to this be
true of atomic； as well as of larger； bodies？〃
If the roof of my house had fallen in； I should not have been more
surprised than at this quiet remark。 How many times had I said：
〃You can always count on a young woman； however much she flutter over
the surface of things； being ignorant of all the great underlying
verities of existence〃？ I promptly decided； on all future occasions；
to add to that … 〃 When not brought up by her father。〃 I was
convinced that of the attainments of a girl educated by her father
absolutely nothing could be definitely predicted。
We had a short note from Maitland written at Trieste。 He excused
its brevity by saying he had been obliged to travel night and day
in order to reach this port in time to catch the Austrian Lloyd
steamer Helois； bound for Aden； Bombay； Ceylon； Singapore； and Hong
Kong。 From Aden I received the following：
MY DEAR DOCTOR：
We have just b