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The Plague, Pestilence & Apocalypse MEGAPACK™

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by Robert Reed


  here. The Emperor I have brought through four or five illnesses, and

  if anything is wrong he always sends for me .”

  “But he might get the awful form of diphtheria!”

  “Very likely,” Label said coolly . “All these things are in the hands

  of Providence . I know that man’s constitution to a hair, and if he gets

  the disease I shall pull him through for certain . I should like him to

  have it .”

  “In the name of all that is practical, why?”

  “To startle the public,” Label cried . He was mounted on his

  hobby now . He paced up and down the room in a whirl of tobacco

  smoke . “It would bring the matter home to everybody . Then perhaps

  something will be done . I preach and preach in vain . Only the Lan-

  cet backs me up at all . Many times I have asked for a quarter of a

  million of money, so that I can found a school for the electrical treat-

  ment of germ diseases . I want to destroy all malaria . All dirt in bulk,

  every bit of refuse that is likely to breed fever and the like, should

  be treated by electricity . I would take huge masses of deadly scourge

  and mountains of garbage, and render them innocent by the electric

  current . But no; that costs money, and your poverty-stricken Gov-

  ernment cannot afford it . Given a current of 10,000 volts a year or

  two ago, and I could have rendered this one of the healthiest places

  in England . You only wanted to run those high voltage wires into the

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  earth here and there, and behold the millions are slain, wiped out,

  gone for ever . Perhaps I will get it now .”

  * * * *

  London was beginning to get uneasy . There had been outbreaks

  before, but they were of the normal type . People, for instance, are

  not so frightened of smallpox as they used to be . Modern science has

  learnt to grapple with the fell disease and rob it of half its terrors .

  But this new and virulent form of diphtheria was another matter .

  Hubert sat over his dinner that night, making mental calculations .

  There were nearly a thousand houses of varying sizes in Devonshire

  Park . Would it be necessary to abandon these? He took down a large

  scale map of London, and hastily marked in blue pencil those areas

  which had developed rapidly of recent years . In nearly all of these

  a vast amount of artificial ground had been necessary. Hubert was

  appalled as he calculated the number of jerry-built erections in these

  districts .

  A servant came in and laid The Evening Wire upon the table .

  Hubert glanced at it . Nothing had been lost in the way of sensation .

  The story of the Emperor’s visit to the district had been given great

  prominence . An inquiry at Buckingham Palace had elicited the fact

  that the story was true .

  Well, perhaps no harm would come of it. Hubert finished a cigar

  and prepared to go out. As he flung the paper aside a paragraph in

  the stop press column—a solitary paragraph like an inky island in a

  sea of white—caught his eye .

  “No alarm need be experienced as to the danger encountered by

  the Emperor of Asturia, but we are informed that His Majesty is

  prevented from dining at Marlborough House tonight owing to a

  slight cold and sore throat caught, it is stated, in the draughts at

  Charing Cross Station . The Emperor will go down to Cowes as ar-

  ranged tomorrow .”

  Hubert shook his head doubtfully . The slight cold and sore throat

  were ominous . His mind dwelt upon the shadow of trouble as he

  made his way to the hospital . There had been two fresh cases during

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  the evening and the medical staff were looking anxious and worried .

  They wanted assistance badly, and Hubert gave his to the full .

  It was nearly eleven before Hubert staggered home . In the main

  business street of the suburb a news-shop was still open .

  A flaming placard attracted the doctor’s attention. It struck him

  like a blow .

  “Alarming illness of the Asturian Emperor . His Majesty stricken

  down by the new disease . Latest bulletin from Buckingham Palace .”

  Almost mechanically Hubert bought a paper . There was not much

  beyond the curt information that the Emperor was dangerously ill .

  Arrived home Hubert found a telegram awaiting him . He tore it

  open . The message was brief but to the point .

  “Have been called in to Buckingham Palace, Label’s diphtheria

  certain . Shall try and see you tomorrow morning . Label .”

  London was touched deeply and sincerely . A great sovereign had

  come over here in the most friendly fashion to show his good feeling

  for a kindred race . On the very start of a round of pleasure he had

  been stricken down like this .

  The public knew all the details from the progress of that fate-

  ful uniform to the thrilling eight o’clock bulletin when the life of

  Rudolph III was declared to be in great danger . They knew that Dr .

  Label had been sent for post haste . The big German was no longer

  looked upon as a clever crank, but the one man who might be able

  to save London from a terrible scourge . And from lip to lip went

  the news that over two hundred cases of the new disease had now

  broken out in Devonshire Park .

  People knew pretty well what it was and what was the cause now .

  Label’s warning had come home with a force that nobody had ex-

  pected . He had stolen away quite late for half-an-hour to his own

  house and there had been quite free with the pressmen . He extenu-

  ated nothing . The thing was bad, and it was going to be worse . So far

  as he could see, something of this kind w as inevitable . If Londoners

  were so blind as to build houses on teeming heaps of filth, why,

  London must be prepared to take the consequences .

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  Hubert knew nothing of this . He had fallen back utterly exhaust-

  ed in his chair with the idea of taking a short rest—for nearly three

  hours he had been fast asleep . Somebody was shaking him roughly .

  He struggled back to the consciousness that Label was bending over

  him .“Well, you are a nice fellow,” the German grumbled .

  “I was dead beat and worn out,” Hubert said apologetically .

  “How is the Emperor?”

  “His Majesty is doing as well as I can expect . It is a very bad

  case, however . I have left him in competent hands, so that I could

  run down here . They were asking for you at the hospital, presuming

  that you were busy somewhere . The place is full, and so arc four

  houses in the nearest terrace .”

  “Spreading like that?” Hubert exclaimed .

  “Spreading like that! By this time tomorrow we shall have a

  thousand cases on our hands . The authorities are doing everything

  they can to help us, fresh doctors and nurses and stores are coming

  in all the time .”

  “You turn people out of their houses to make way then?”

  Label smiled grimly . He laid his hand on Hubert’s shoulder, and

  piloted him into the roadway . The place seemed to be aliv
e with

  cabs and vehicles of all kinds . It was as if all the inhabitants of Dev-

  onshire Park were going away for their summer holidays simultane-

  ously . The electric arcs shone down on white and frightened faces

  where joyous gaiety should have been . Here and there a child slept

  peacefully, but on the whole it was a sorry exodus .

  “There you are,” Label said grimly. “It is a night flight from the

  plague. It has been going on for hours. It would have been finished

  now but for the difficulty in getting conveyances. Most of the cab-

  men are avoiding the place as if it were accursed . But money can

  command everything, hence the scene that you see before you .”

  Hubert stood silently watching the procession . There was very

  little luggage on any of the cabs or conveyances . Families were go-

  ing wholesale . Devonshire Park for the most part was an exceed-

  ingly prosperous district, so that the difficulties of emigration were

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  not great . In their panic the people were abandoning everything in

  the wild flight for life and safety.

  Then he went in again to rest before the unknown labours of to-

  morrow . Next morning he anxiously opened his morning paper .

  It was not particularly pleasant reading beyond the information

  that the health of the Emperor of Asturia was mentioned, and that

  he had passed a satisfactory night . As to the rest, the plague was

  spreading. There were two hundred and fifty cases in Devonshire

  Park . Label’s sayings had come true at last; it was a fearful vindica-

  tion of his prophecy . And the worst of it was that no man could

  possibly say where it was going to end .

  * * * *

  Strange as it may seem, London’s anxiety as to the welfare of

  one man blinded all to the great common danger . For the moment

  Devonshire Park was forgotten . The one centre of vivid interest was

  Buckingham Palace .

  For three days crowds collected there until at length Label and

  his colleagues were in a position to issue a bulletin that gave some-

  thing more than hope . The Emperor of Asturia was going to recover .

  Label was not the kind of man to say so unless he was pretty sure of

  his ground .

  It was not till this fact had soaked itself into the public mind

  that attention was fully turned to the danger that threatened London .

  Devonshire Park was practically in quarantine . All those who could

  get away had done so, and those who had remained were confined to

  their own particular district, and provisioned on a system . The new

  plague was spreading fast .

  In more than one quarter the suggestion was made that all houses

  in certain localities should be destroyed, and the ground thoroughly

  cleansed and disinfected . It would mean a loss of millions of money,

  but in the scare of the moment London cared nothing for that .

  At the end of a week there were seven thousand cases of the

  new form of diphtheria under treatment . Over one thousand cases a

  day came in . Devonshire Park was practically deserted save for the

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  poorer quarters, whence the victims came . It seemed strange to see

  fine houses abandoned to the first comer who had the hardihood to

  enter . Devonshire Park was a stricken kingdom within itself, and the

  Commune of terror reigned .

  Enterprising journalists penetrated the barred area and wrote ar-

  ticles about it . One of the fraternity bolder than the rest passed a day

  and night in one of these deserted palatial residences, and gave his

  sensations to the Press . Within a few hours most of the villas were

  inhabited again! There were scores of men and women in the slums

  who have not the slightest fear of disease—they are too familiar with

  it for that—and they came creeping westward in search of shelter .

  The smiling paradise had become a kind of Tom Tiddlers ground, a

  huge estate in Chancery .

  Nobody had troubled, the tenants were busy finding pure quarters

  elsewhere, the owners of the property were fighting public opin-

  ion to save what in many cases was their sole source of income . If

  Devonshire Park had to be razed to the ground many a wealthy man

  would be ruined .

  It was nearly the end of the first week before this abnormal state

  of affairs was fully brought home to Hubert . He had been harassed

  and worried and worn by want of sleep, but tired as he was he did

  not fail to notice the number of poorer patients who dribbled regu-

  larly into the terrace of houses that now formed the hospital . There

  was something about them that suggested any district rather than

  Devonshire Park .

  “What does it mean, Walker?” he asked one of his doctors .

  Walker had just come in from his hour’s exercise, heated and

  excited .

  “It’s a perfect scandal,” he cried. “The police are fighting shy of

  us altogether . I’ve just been up to the station and they tell me it is

  a difficult matter to keep competent of officers in the district. All

  along Frinton Hill and Eversley Gardens the houses are crowded

  with outcasts . They have drifted here from the East End and are

  making some of those splendid residences impossible .”

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  Hubert struggled into his hat and coat, and went out . It was ex-

  actly as Walker had said. Here was a fine residence with stables

  and greenhouses and the like, actually occupied by Whitechapel

  at its worst . A group of dingy children played on the lawn, and a

  woman with the accumulated grime of weeks on her face was hang-

  ing something that passed for washing out of an upper window . The

  flower beds were trampled down, a couple of attenuated donkeys

  browsed on the lawn .

  Hubert strolled up to the house fuming . Two men were sprawling

  on a couple of morocco chairs smoking filthy pipes. They looked

  up at the newcomer with languid curiosity . They appeared quite to

  appreciate the fact that they were absolutely masters of the situation .

  “What are you doing here?” Hubert demanded .

  “If you’re the owner well and good,” was the reply . “If not, you

  take an’ ’ook it . We know which side our bread’s buttered .”

  There was nothing for it but to accept this philosophical sugges-

  tion . Hubert swallowed his rising indignation and departed . There

  were other evidences of the ragged invasion as he went down the

  road . Here and there a house was closed and the blinds down; but it

  was an exception rather than the rule .

  Hubert walked away till he could find a cab, and was driven off to

  Scotland Yard in a state of indignation . The view of the matter rather

  startled the officials there.

  “We have been so busy,” the Chief Inspector said; “but the matter

  shall be attended to . Dr . Label was here yesterday, and at his sug-

  gestion we are having the whole force electrically treated—a kind of

  electrical hardening of the throat . The doctor claims that his recent

  treatment is as effic
acious against the diphtheria as vaccination is

  against smallpox . It is in all the papers today . All London will be

  going mad over the new remedy tomorrow .”

  Hubert nodded thoughtfully . The electric treatment seemed the

  right thing . Label had shown him what an effect the application of

  the current had had on the teeming mass of matter taken from the

  road cutting . He thought it over until he fell asleep in his cab on the

  way back to his weary labours .

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  * * * *

  London raged for the new remedy . The electric treatment for

  throat troubles is no new thing . In this case it was simple and pain-

  less, and it had been guaranteed by one of the popular heroes of the

  hour . A week before Label had been regarded as a crank and a fad-

  dist; now people were ready to swear by him . Had he not prophesied

  this vile disease for years, and was he not the only man who had a

  remedy? And the Emperor of Asturia was mending rapidly .

  Had Label bidden the people to stand on their heads for an hour

  a day as a sovereign specific they would have done so gladly. Every

  private doctor and every public institution was worked to death . At

  the end of ten days practically all London had been treated . There

  was nothing for it now but to wait patiently for the result .

  Another week passed and then suddenly the inrush of cases be-

  gan to drop . The average at the end of the second week was down to

  eighty per day . On the seventeenth and eighteenth days there were

  only four cases altogether and in each instance they proved to be

  patients who had not submitted themselves to the treatment .

  The scourge was over . Two days elapsed and there were no fresh

  cases whatever . Some time before a strong posse of police had

  swamped down upon Devonshire Park and cleared all the slum peo-

  ple out of their luxurious quarters . One or two of the bolder dwellers

  in that once favoured locality began to creep back . Now that they

  were inoculated there seemed little to fear .

  But Label had something to say about that . He felt that he was

  free to act now, he had his royal patient practically off his hands . A

  strong Royal Commission had been appointed by Parliament to go

  at once thoroughly into the matter .

  “And I am the first witness called,” he chuckled to Hubert as

 

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