It was useless to fight against destiny any longer. Assisted by those interested in a popular paper—which had slightly altered its character, changing from an authority on scientific research into a cheap sporting weekly—he reached the Antarctic Circle. He heard following footsteps. He tried to hide himself behind the South Pole. But it was of no avail. At length he was discovered! They stood face to face, both wearing skates.
"What do you want with me?"
"You were accused of murder, but was innocent."
"Yes," he returned, with an ugly frown. "I was innocent that time."
"You are an interesting person. I have followed you all this way because I have determined to interview you."
"No you don't," cried the pursued, drawing a sword walking-stick, and holding the blade dagger-wise.
"Yes I do," shouted the pursuer, producing a note-book. "And now tell me who were your father and mother?"
There was a short, decisive struggle, and then all was over.
"If there is ever an inquest in this distant spot," said the conqueror, "the jury will bring it in justifiable homicide."
And no doubt he was right in his conjecture.