The American Claimant eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 255 pages of information about The American Claimant.

The American Claimant eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 255 pages of information about The American Claimant.

“Ah, there it is; it was a tack.”

The lady contemplated him doubtfully a moment, then said, pretty snappishly: 

“All that for a tack!  Praise goodness it wasn’t a shingle nail, it would have landed you in the Milky Way.  I do hate to have my nerves shook up so.”  And she turned on her heel and went her way.

As soon as she was safely out, the Colonel said, in a suppressed voice: 

“Come—­we must see for ourselves.  It must be a mistake.”

They hurried softly down and peeped in.  Sellers whispered, in a sort of despair—­

It is eating!  What a grisly spectacle!  Hawkins it’s horrible!  Take me away—­I can’t stand—­

They tottered back to the laboratory.

CHAPTER XX.

Tracy made slow progress with his work, for his mind wandered a good deal.  Many things were puzzling him.  Finally a light burst upon him all of a sudden—­seemed to, at any rate—­and he said to himself, “I’ve got the clew at last—­this man’s mind is off its balance; I don’t know how much, but it’s off a point or two, sure; off enough to explain this mess of perplexities, anyway.  These dreadful chromos which he takes for old masters; these villainous portraits—­which to his frantic mind represent Rossmores; the hatchments; the pompous name of this ramshackle old crib—­ Rossmore Towers; and that odd assertion of his, that I was expected.  How could I be expected? that is, Lord Berkeley.  He knows by the papers that that person was burned up in the New Gadsby.  Why, hang it, he really doesn’t know who he was expecting; for his talk showed that he was not expecting an Englishman, or yet an artist, yet I answer his requirements notwithstanding.  He seems sufficiently satisfied with me.  Yes, he is a little off; in fact I am afraid he is a good deal off, poor old gentleman.  But he’s interesting—­all people in about his condition are, I suppose.  I hope he’ll like my work; I would like to come every day and study him.  And when I write my father—­ah, that hurts!  I mustn’t get on that subject; it isn’t good for my spirits.  Somebody coming—­I must get to work.  It’s the old gentleman again.  He looks bothered.  Maybe my clothes are suspicious; and they are—­for an artist.  If my conscience would allow me to make a change, but that is out of the question.  I wonder what he’s making those passes in the air for, with his hands.  I seem to be the object of them.  Can he be trying to mesmerize me?  I don’t quite like it.  There’s something uncanny about it.”

The colonel muttered to himself, “It has an effect on him, I can see it myself.  That’s enough for one time, I reckon.  He’s not very solid, yet, I suppose, and I might disintegrate him.  I’ll just put a sly question or two at him, now, and see if I can find out what his condition is, and where he’s from.”

He approached and said affably: 

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