We are Skroll

le. As for me, I may as well confess that the growing unhappiness of Mrs. Wilford preyed on my mind—u

uch as possibl

ntil I was almost mad." I heard Honora take a sharp breath, as though to control her feelings. She was leaning forward now, her cheeks burning, her eyes fixed on the face of the man who was speaking. With every word, I could see her emotions rising higher. Never had I dreamed

s. Shattu
Collect from /
Let's say more about us
Designova HTML5 Responsive Theme Development

that it was in this woman to show such depth of feeling. It was as though she were passing through som

Designova HTML5 Responsive Theme Development

e transformation which she herself did not understand, but which was changing her own soul and making a new crea

Designova HTML5 Responsive Theme Development
Fine tune

ture of her. "I cannot recall just what passed between us," went on Shattuck, as though eager to hasten on and have it over wit

Designova HTML5 Responsive Theme Development

h. "It was about his wife and what I thought his duties were. Every moment I could see that he was growing more and more angry

—which was what I intended. Finally he rose, threatening. Wilford was a powerful man and no mean antagonist—but I had come prepared. I had my gun at his breast before he knew it. I forced him back into his chair. [276] "'Honora is being driven mad by the way thi

- Duncan Shaw

ngs are going,' I remember I shouted at him. 'One or the other of us must get out of her life.' "I could have shot him as he sat there, facing me before his desk—but I did not." Shattuck was ta

? Ann Johnson

lking calmly now, and earnestly, though underneath there was a depth of passion. "Then what?" demanded Doyle, as though fearful that something might even yet arise to stop the story. "I to

? John Doe
Who we are

ok one of those things, those beans that Kennedy has been talking about," he answered, pointing at the bean Kennedy was still holding in his hand. "Where did you get it?" "In Africa, of course," he hastened. "Where else?" "Have you any more?" demanded Doyle. "Yes—I think so," came back quickly. "I may have used the last one, though—or rather two, that is. You see, I must have dropped one and lost it. Then I must have forgotten about it in the excitement—that one Kennedy has." "I see," nodded Doyle. "Always there is some loophole you people leave open

, some place where the cleverest of you fall down and get caught." Shattuck suppressed a quick retort that was on his lips. "As I faced him," he went on, "I told him that I would not kill him outright. I would give him an equal chance. I am a sportsman. I told him [277] what the thing was, of the duels I had seen in Africa, of the chance that each took. At the very point of the gun I forced him to take the bean that was lying on the desk and cut it in half with my knife. Then I took back the knife and pointed to the two parts that lay on the desk before him.

Our team
Designova HTML5 Responsive Theme Development
Ben Fogarty

"'Choose!' I ordered."

Designova HTML5 Responsive Theme Development
Chris Jones

"But the glasses," interrupted

Designova HTML5 Responsive Theme Development
Nathan Searles

Doyle, before he could ch

Designova HTML5 Responsive Theme Development
Zeke Howard

eck himself. "You forgot abo

Designova HTML5 Responsive Theme Development
Designova HTML5 Responsive Theme Development
Designova HTML5 Responsive Theme Development
Designova HTML5 Responsive Theme Development
All we offer is commitment
Designova HTML5 Responsive Theme Development
Web Development

ut the two glasses on the desk." "Oh yes—the glasses—on the desk. There were two glasses—I got two glasses. I fi

Designova HTML5 Responsive Theme Development
Mobile UI Design

lled them with water. I placed one before him, the other before myself. 'Choose!' I ordered him, pointing to the halve

Designova HTML5 Responsive Theme Development
Graphic Design

s of the bean before him. "One thing I can say. Vail Wilford was not yellow. He saw that I had him—that there was

Designova HTML5 Responsive Theme Development
Andriod Development

no escape. He looked from the gun to me, then at the halves of the bean. Outside there was silence. No place, you know

Designova HTML5 Responsive Theme Development
Customize CMS

, is more deserted than down-town late at night after business hours. If he shouted, he knew that I would fire—also i

Designova HTML5 Responsive Theme Development
Email marketing

f he moved. I gave him sixty seconds to choose which half he would take. At the point of the gun he chose. "'Now,'

Other services
"Web design

I said to him, taking the remaining half myself, 'put it in your mouth, chew it, swallow it. If you spit out so much as a fragment I will fire instantly.' "And I give him credit. He was a sportsman and a gentleman through it all. I watched him chew it, and when he started I reached over and [278] took my half. I began to chew that, myself. Then, together, we drank the wa

kApp design

ter from the glasses, so that we would have to swallow the parts of the bean. Though I had him in my power, I did not take advantage of him." Honora gasped at the picture Shattuck was drawing. The recital was deeply affecting to her. I saw her leaning forward, and her rapidly rising and falling breast told the suppressed emotion under which she la

GBrand Creation

bored. "All right," hurried Doyle, to whom the dramatic quality of the tale had little appeal. "But what about the note? You forget to tell us about the suicide note." "Oh yes," exclaimed Shattuck, "so I did—about the note. I made him write it before we ate the bean—while I had him cov

zHosting Services

ered. I made him sit down at his own typewriter and I dictated it to him—one for myself, the other for him—to be used in case either survived." "You made him write one for you?" "Yes." "What did you do with it?" "I destroyed it afterward—of course." Doyle was forced to accept the answer. "And you were alone?" "Absolutely alone with him. Let me tell i

<Print Design

t—listen to me—will you? We ate the halves of the bean. I still kept the gun on him. I was taking no chances. The minutes passed as I stood over him—five—ten. [279] "On which of us would the thing take effect first? It was a terrible wait. I will admit it. But it was the ordeal. We wer


e just primitive men. Besides," he added, still keeping his glance from the face of Honora, who was leaning forward, her lustrous eyes trying to catch his, "I was playing for a big stake—it was death or what is really more than life to me." He paused just a fraction

We've got a lot
to offer.
The best we have done
See our recent works here
Join our list of happy
Features of Skroll
Skroll is perfectly minimal but highly unique
nts. ice," he "It was qu
  • here and [
  • 275] alo
  • CSS
  • ne," h
  • PHP
    • e em
    • phas
    • ized
    • the w
k12 Column Responsive Layout with Bootstrap
nTabbed Content Panels

d. In myself I waited for the same symptoms to appear. And I began to feel them, too. I was dizzy—with a burning thirst—but—alive! Still, I kept the gun leveled at him—the best I could, for my hand shook. "He did not know that, could not see it. Consciousness was fast going from him. But I was determined. I would live. I saw that I might have the—the woman—I would give my life for. Perhaps it was wil

l-power that saved me. But—they cannot say I did not give him a fair chance for the woman and the life that he did not deserve!" Breathlessly now we were all listening. Honora was trembling. Doctor Lathrop bent forward, nervously pulling his beard, his eyes riveted on the speaker. Only Doyle seemed to take the thing as a matter of course. [280] "And Honora Wilford?" Doyle interjected. "What was she doing at—" "No—no—no,

she was not there, I tell you. No one but Wilford and I was there!" Shattuck had burst forth with the first words in quick staccato, slowing up the assertion until at the end he was speaking slowly and warily. I had an impression that he was not so certain of himself that he could trust himself to get excited. Once I caught sight of Kennedy. He was saying nothing at all. But

he was not idle. Taking advantage of the rapt attention of the little audience, he had stolen softly behind them. I saw him looking carefully at the various indicators of the arrangements on the wrists and noting them carefully. Was Shattuck telling the truth about what happened—or was he coloring it to save himself? "But about the atropin—in one glass and nothing in the other?" shot out Kennedy, suddenly. It was as though

a bombshell had exploded. "Oh yes—yes," he faltered, "the atropin—of course, of course. In his glass, also, I—I—" Shattuck stopped. What was the matter? Did he realize that he was getting hopelessly tangled? "It is a pretty story, this, about your duel, as you call it," interrupted Doyle. "But it was not atropin that killed him. It was physostigmine. Atropin is the antidote. Didn't you know that,

when you planned this ordeal you speak about? Besides, the traces of atropin were not in the glass [281] that was found nearest the body. They were in the other." For a moment Shattuck stared helplessly. Was he, after all, just a murderer? Had he framed this duel by poison, preparing safety for himself, death for Wilford? "Come now, Shattuck," exclaimed Doyle, adopting that confidential manner that worked so well often with und

erworld characters, but seemed so out of place here, "did you—honestly—fight such a duel? Didn't you really force Mr. Wilford to eat that bean? And weren't you protecting yourself? Aren't there motives enough that we know for you to have wanted him out of the way?" Before Shattuck could reply, there was a sudden exclamation from some one beside me. A figure in a filmy dress da

rted between Doyle and Shattuck. "No—no—wait!" We were all on our feet in an instant at this sudden interruption at such a tense moment. It was Honora, no longer the stately creature of dignity we had seen, no longer the passive person submitting to the tests of Kennedy's psychology, suppressing the emotions that lay in her heart. Her whole being seemed to be transformed. It was as though a new spirit had been instilled sud

®Collapsible Content Panels

denly into her. She faced us, and as I looked into her burning eyes I saw that what had been the mere statue of a woman, as we had first known her, had become a throbbing soul of life and passion. Shattuck saw the change. In spite of the terrible [282] situation, his face kindled. It was worth it, if only for the brief moments, to feel that he had aroused in her that which he sa

w. "Wait," she repeated, "let me tell." Doyle was about to interrupt, but Kennedy, who had not for a moment, even at this crisis, forgotten to glance quickly at one of the instrument dials after another, pulled him back and silenced him without a spoken word. "You say there was a woman there?" she swept on, taking up the story, as though seizing it from Shattuck. "There wa

s a woman there. It was I. I was with him." The thing came as another thunderbolt, as it were, before the reverberation of the first had ceased echoing. Not one of us but realized what it meant. Honora had cast reputation, all, to the winds, to save him! She looked about at us, and never have I seen a woman more appealing, not even in any of the great moments of great case

s in court which it has been my fortune to have witnessed and to have written. Cynic though I am, and knowing, as I thought at the moment, the purpose of it all, to save the man she loved, I could not resist the appeal. Nor was it directed at me. So marvelous was she that she took in the whole group, at once appealing to each, as if a sudden power had become hers. Quickly she po

ured forth her story, as though she, too, feared interruption. "It is all true—all that he has told," she cried. [283] "I saw it all—heard it. But there is more—more that he will not tell. He has not told the whole story. Listen." It seemed as if she realized for the first time the power of an emotional woman. And her very instinct told her how to play upon us. "I knew

TAlert messages
knew perf Best check yo self, you're not looking too good. Nulla vitae elit libero, a pharetra augue. Praesent commodo cursus magna, vel scelerisque nisl consectetur et.
at I was t Change a few things up and try submitting again.
. The situat You successfully read this important alert message.
wide scan This alert needs your attention, but it's not super important.
We may be small but we have
a lot going on.
Want to work with us?
Write to us
Name must not be empty
Please provide a valid email
Message should not be empty
Get In Touch With

the Calabar bean," she explained. "I need not tell Professor Kennedy that. Of course, as he knows, I had seen them in my father's laboratory, at his shop. And so, when I knew what it was that was taking place—what was I to do?" She paused, as though her intuition told her that the playing up of a dramatic moment would cover a multitude of questions that might otherwise come awkwardly flocking and demanding an answer as to

Be Social
You won't
be disappointed.