Holbrook High School - Echo Yearbook (Holbrook, MA)

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22 I H E EG TI O Detour — Continued had Dare ever been ought but im- maculate. Amusedly he made a quixotic decision to follow the man. Another adventure for Samuel! He had had many of them in many lands. The man, who carried some sort of bundle under one arm, wasted no time, but steered a straight course towards the cuisine where a waiter, evidently known to him, quickly ad- mitted him. Samuel quickened his pace and put his shoulders thru the door before it could be closed. “A friend of mine just came in here,” he explained glibly. “Fve got to see him on an important matter.” He gazed persuadingly into the hostile eyes of the hairy ruffian who confronted him. Even as he did so he was wondering at such a waiter. He looked more like an Apache of Paris. “Beat it,” he growled with a rasp- ing voice, “That stuff don’t go here.” Samuel smiled. His eyes had flickering lights in their green depths as he stared into the hard ones op- posite him. The waiter passed a dazed hand before his eyes. The next moment he lay on the floor, crump- led into an awkward heap. Samuel, nursing a bruised knuckle, passed down the narrow stair that his late victim had not had time to close. Chapter IV. “My dear sir,” soothed the voice sauvely, “I assure you that all you require shall be accomplished. My reluctance, you understand is only to make certain of the safety of myself and my wife. You see I know how you treated others who have finished your work, my impatient friend.” “D you. Dare, what do you mean!” This voice had a gutteral accent in spite of its cultured tone which contrasted with the incorgu- ous language. “You hand over your stuff — within two hours — or we’ll make you. You know what that means !” The place was silent after that. The gloom was pierced by a crack of light which widened as the heavy door opened. In the dark, dripping. stone-paved passage, a figure crouch- ed breathlessly against the wall as a dim, tall, ominous shape strode past. With a sigh of relief Samuel Fitch opened the door and entered the glar- ing light of the charnffier. Samuel let his eyes stray about the vaulted chamber. It was like some place he had seen before, like — yes even the smell was like Dare’s old laboratory. There was the jumble of retorts and stands on the long marble bench, the same rows of flasks, the same oddly shaped tubes. There was a slight sound behind him. “You !” he gasped with dilated eyes staring in amazement at the woman facing him. “Alice!” he bounded to her side and raised both hands in his. A mocking laugh shocked him to a realization of his predicament and following the mute gaze of her whom he called Alice, he looked into the short barrel of an automatic and the cynical, beared face of John Dare. The woman left the chamber. “Well?” queried Samuel. “Sit down,” said Dare. “I didn’t expect you quite so soon, but it’s providential you know. We’ve got quite a lot to talk over, haven’t we?” “Pop,” was Samuel’s short reply. “Get down to business. What are you going to do with me? Why are you here? Are you crazy? You — ” “Quite the old Sam, aren’t you? Well, well, you have a lot to learn. Tie him Dan!” Two hands grasped Fitch by the neck. In spite of his struggles, in spite of his bewitching eyes he was helpless. The last thing he heard was the tantalizing tone of Dare, “Oh no Sam, you can’t hypnotize a scien- tist you know.” It seemed eternities, but was really minutes, when soft hands frantically rubbed his own and Samuel looked into the face of the woman he loved, yet in spite of the ten years he had striven to forget. “Alice,” he murmured huskily, “What is this anyway? Is he in- sane?” Alice nodded a bit wearily. “He told me to come in here. I’m

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THE ECHO 23 used to it now. He was hurt when his laboratory exploded. He’s differ- ent. Cruel sometimes. Gentle after- wards. He took me here after he secretly returned. I-I’ve been here nine years. Oh it’s awful! awful! what they intend to do now!” sob- bing, she worked at his bonds. “What do they intend?” asked Samuel gently. “Tell me. Perhaps I can help.” She shook her head. “No one can help. There is some awful organization that aims at the safety of the world. They have agents everywhere. Then there is stored in the rooms about here a mil- lion tiny bombs, any one of which could destroy the biggest building in New York. ' He invented them. They use some new force — something about atoms. He has a devilish genius and yet — yet he once in a while is like he was — before. The others are beasts. He’s going to give them the bombs today — tonight. He’ll kill us !” “Where is this place?” “Under the harbor. We can’t get out! I don’t know the way! It’s funny though — he said when I came here, ‘The door is open!’ What did he mean?” Samuel rubbed his numb limbs, and staggered to his feet. “Soon see,” he said softly. “Come on.” Supporting her on his arm, he ap- proached the door. He turned the knob. The door opened. They eyed each other strangely. Samuel spoke, “He meant for us to go. He wants me to take you away. He had another moment of sanity. We—” The door closed on them. A man entered the laboratory. He smiled strangely. He was another Dare! The old Dare, in the old col- lege garb as if he were once more about to teach his classes. The frowsy beard was gone. He placed a parcel on the marble slab and open- ed it, took forth the tube it contain- ed and arranged it in a shield. For an hour he busied himself. A voice at the heavy door de- manded admittance. Repeated de- mands followed. After a while a murmur of, it seemed thousands of voices, arose. Blows battered on the door. The professor smiled happily. He donned a heavy apron. The long, lean, supple hands, with only two stained and scarred thumbs uncovered by the protecting rubber, moved critically over the row of pre- cisely arranged instruments ; linger- ed over one, fingered it and inserted it into the amber colored liouid which stood simmering and bubbling under the penetrating rays of a white, scintillating tube. Somewhere a button clicked. A violet light added its glare to that of the white tube. Grotesque, awful shadows danced over the endless rows of flasks and retorts arranged on the opposite wall. For a moment the room was silent Only two people in all the world could explain the awful phenomena which destroyed the harbor of New York and half the city as well. They were too sad and yet happy to reveal the tragedy and danger the world had escaped and too full of respect for the memory of the one who saved them and many others at the cost of his own life. Greater love hath no man than this; that he lay down his life for his friend. E. A. J., ’24. The Spring This isn’t the time to be cloudy and sad. In the spring, the morn of the year. When nature and flowers all seem glad And gladness breathes forth from the air. There are notes of peace in the Rob- in’s song. Of joy in the grey squirrel’s chirp, And the bright summer sunshine for which we long. Will dry the dark clouds and ap- pear.