The Orange-Yellow Diamond

Lauriston bent over the counter at last and craned his neck to look into the open door of a little parlor which lay behind the shop. The next instant, with no thought but of the exigencies of the moment, he had leapt over the partition and darted into the room. There, stretched out across the floor, his head lying on the hearthrug, his hands lying inert and nerveless at his sides, lay an old man, grey-bearded, venerable -- Daniel Multenius, no doubt. He lay very still, very statuesque -- and Lau