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Title: The Strange Cases of Dr. Stanchon

Author: Josephine Daskam Bacon

Release Date: February 6, 2010 [EBook #31202]

Language: English

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[Frontispiece: "He had a sudden flashing sense of being in a net that
was softly tightening."]

THE

STRANGE CASES OF

DR. STANCHON

BY

JOSEPHINE DASKAM BACON

AUTHOR OF

"THE INHERITANCE," "THE MEMOIRS OF A BABY,"

"THE MADNESS OF PHILIP," ETC.

NEW YORK AND LONDON

D. APPLETON AND COMPANY

1913

COPYRIGHT, 1913, BY

JOSEPHINE DASKAM BACON

Copyright, 1908, by Charles Scribner's Sons.
Copyright, 1909, 1910, by Harper and Brothers.
Copyright, 1911, 1913, by the Crowell Publishing Company.
Copyright, 1911, by the Curtis Publishing Company.

Printed in the United States of America

TO

M. A. T.

WHO WATCHED MANY OF

THESE STORIES IN THE MAKING

J. D. B.

CONTENTS

THE KEY
THE CHILDREN
THE CRYSTAL
THE GOSPEL
THE GYPSY
THE WARNING
THE LEGACY
THE MIRACLE
THE UNBURIED
THE ORACLES

THE KEY

The young doctor stamped vehemently up the marble steps, to warm his
feet, and once in the warm, flower-scented halls, let a little shiver
escape him. The butler was new--he was always new, the doctor
thought--and actually didn't know him.

"Mrs. Allen is at bridge, sir, with a party: she asks to be excused,"
he began mechanically.

(_"That's good!" Stanchon felt tempted to say, "and I hope the girls
are out, too!"_) As if in answer to this indiscretion, the new butler
droned on:

"Miss Alida is at her riding-lesson and Miss Suzanne is--is engaged----"

(_"Now, what particular infernal idiocy is Suzanne at, I wonder?"
Stanchon pondered, still smiling lightly at the butler and warming
himself at every breath._)

"Mr. Edmund is--I think he could be found, sir," the voice went on.

(_"I don't doubt it," Stanchon agreed mentally, "at the side board, no
doubt; a