A Dalziel telegram from Reading (Colorado) states that advices received
there from Blue Rock Park report a frightful instance of popular
vengeance. For some time the neighborhood has been terrorized by the
crimes of a gang of desperadoes, who, under the cover of a carefully
planned organization, have perpetrated the most infamous cruelties on
men and women. A Vigilance Committee was formed, and it was found that
the leader of the gang was a person named Smith, living in Blue Rock
Park. Action was taken, and six of the worst in the band were summarily
strangled in the presence of two or three hundred men and women. Smith
is said to have escaped.
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"This is a terrible story," said Dyson; "I can well believe that your
days and nights are haunted by such fearful scenes as you have
described. But surely you have no need to fear Smith? He has much more
cause to fear you. Consider: you have only to lay your information
before the police, and a warrant would be immediately issued for his
arrest. Besides, you will, I am sure, excuse me for what I am going to
say."
"My dear sir," said Mr. Wilkins, "I hope you will speak to me with
perfect freedom."
"Well, then, I must confess that my impression was that you were rather
disappointed at not being able to stop the man before he drove off. I
thought you seemed annoyed that you could not get across the street."
"Sir, I did not know what I was about. I caught sight of the man, but it
was only for a moment, and the agony you witnessed was the agony of
suspense. I was not perfectly certain of the face; and the horrible
thought that Smith was again in London overwhelmed me. I shuddered at
the idea of this incarnate fiend, whose soul is black with shocking
crimes, mingling free and unobserved amongst the harmless crowds,
meditating perhaps a new and more fearful cycle of infamies. I tell
you, sir, that an awful being stalks through the streets, a being before
whom the sunlight itself should blacken, and the summer air grow chill
and dank. Such thoughts as these rushed upon me with the force of a
whirlwind; I lost my senses."
"I see. I partly understand your feelings, but I would impress on you
that you have nothing really to fear. Depend upon it, Smith will not
molest you in any way. You must remember he himself has had a warning;
and indeed from the brief glance I had of him, he seemed to me to be a
frightened-looking man. However, I see it is getting late, and if you
will excuse me, Mr. Wilkins, I think I will be going. I dare say we
shall often meet here."
Dyson walked off smartly, pondering the strange story chance had brought
him, and finding on cool reflection that there was something a little
strange in Mr. Wilkins's manner, for which not even so weird a catalogue
of experiences could altogether account.