The Eagle's Shadow

by James Branch Cabell

[Illustration: "Regarded them with alert eyes.">[

Then the door opened. Then, with Colonel Hugonin, came Martin Jeal--a

wisp of a man like a November leaf--and regarded them from under his

shaggy white hair with alert eyes.

"Hey, what's this?" said Dr. Jeal. "Eh, yes! Eh--yes!" he meditated,

slowly. "Most irregular. You must let us have the room, Miss Hugonin."

In the hall she waited. Hope! ah, of course, there was no hope! the

thin little whisper told her.

By and bye, though--after centuries of waiting--the three men came

into the hall.