The
company clerk and one other attempted to interfere, and Black
Roger killed them with his own hands. Five deaths that night--two
of them horrible beyond description!
Resting for a moment, Carrigan went on to tell of the long years
of unavailing search made by the Police after that; how Black
Roger was caught once and killed his captor. Then came the rumor
that he was dead, and rumor grew into official belief, and the
Police no longer hunted for his trails. Then, not long ago, came
the discovery that Black Roger was still living, and he, Dave
Carrigan, was after him.
For a time there was silence after he had finished. Then St.
Pierre's wife rose to her feet. "I wonder," she said in a low
voice, "what Roger Audemard's own story might be if he were here
to tell it?"
She stepped out from under the awning, and in the full radiance of
the moon he saw the pale beauty of her face and the crowning
luster of her hair.
"Good night!" she whispered.
"Good night!" said David.
He listened until her retreating footsteps died away, and for
hours after that he had no thought of sleep. He had insisted that
she take possession of her cabin again, and Bateese had brought
out a bundle of blankets.
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