The Tragedy of Z
“CHECKMATE Our journey back to leeds was fantastic. Mr. Lane sat sunken in his greatcoat—the days were growing chill—his eyes feverish; I could feel the powerful tug of his will on the wheels of the limousine, and he roused himself only to command Dromio to drive faster.
But Nature makes her demands; we were forced to stop overnight for food and sleep. In the morning we raced on again; and it was little before noon when we pulled into Leeds.
There seemed to be an unprecedented commotion in the streets; newsboys were yelling and holding up limp papers whose naked front pages shrieked something in bold type. My ears were assailed suddenly by the words: Fanny Kaiser! on the lips of one of the young hawkers.
“Stop!” I cried to Dromio. “Something’s happened!”
And I leaped out of the car before either father or Mr. Lane could move. I flung a coin to the boy and snatched a paper.
“Eureka!” I screamed, scrambling back into the car. “Read this!”
The story was pleasantly plain.
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