In Secret eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 291 pages of information about In Secret.

In Secret eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 291 pages of information about In Secret.

“I’d better tell you all I know,” he said, “because there is really no hope of curing me... you don’t understand... my will-power is gone.  The trouble is with my mind itself.  I don’t want to be cured....  I want what’s killing me.  I want it now, always, all the time.  So before anything happens to me I’d better tell you what I know so that our Government can make the proper investigation.  Because what I shall tell you is partly a surmise.  I leave it to you to judge—­to our Government.”

She drew from her muff a little pad and a pencil and seated herself on the chair beside him.

“I’ll speak slowly,” he began, but she shook her head, saying that she was an expert stenographer.  So he went on: 

“You know my name—­Kay McKay.  I was born here and educated at Yale.  But my father was Scotch and he died in Scotland.  My mother had been dead many years.  They lived on a property called Isla which belonged to my grandfather.  After my father’s death my grandfather allowed me an income, and when I had graduated from Yale I continued here taking various post-graduate courses.  Finally I went to Cornell and studied agriculture, game breeding and forestry—­desiring some day to have a place of my own.

“In 1914 I went to Germany to study their system of forestry.  In July of that year I went to Switzerland and roamed about in the vagabond way I like—­once liked.”  His visage altered and he cast a side glance at the girl beside him, but her eyes were fixed on her pad.

He drew a deep breath, like a sigh: 

“In that corner of Switzerland which is thrust westward between Germany and France there are a lot of hills and mountains which were unfamiliar to me.  The flora resembled that of the Vosges—­so did the bird and insect life except on the higher mountains.

“There is a mountain called Mount Terrible.  I camped on it.  There was some snow.  You know what happens sometimes in summer on the higher peaks.  Well, it happened to me—­the whole snow field slid when I was part way across it—­and I thought it was all off—­never dreamed a man could live through that sort of thing—­with the sheer gneiss ledges below!

“It was not a big avalanche—­not the terrific thundering sort—­rather an easy slipping, I fancy—­but it was a devilish thing to lie aboard, and, of course, if there had been precipices where I slid—­” He shrugged.

The girl looked up from her shorthand manuscript; he seemed to be dreamily living over in his mind those moments on Mount Terrible.  Presently he smiled slightly: 

“I was horribly scared—­smothered, choked, half-senseless....  Part of the snow and a lot of trees and boulders went over the edge of something with a roar like Niagara....  I don’t know how long afterward it was when I came to my senses.

“I was in a very narrow, rocky valley, up to my neck in soft snow, and the sun beating on my face. ...  So I crawled out...  I wasn’t hurt; I was merely lost.

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