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The Project Gutenberg EBook of Jacqueline of Golden River, by H. M. Egbert This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with almost no restrictions whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org Title: Jacqueline of Golden River Author: H. M. Egbert Illustrator: Ralph Pallen Coleman Release Date: September 28, 2005 [EBook #16771] Language: English Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1 *** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK JACQUELINE OF GOLDEN RIVER *** Produced by Al Haines [Frontispiece: He went without a backward glance … and I knew what the parting meant to him.] JACQUELINE OF GOLDEN RIVER BY H. M. EGBERT FRONTISPIECE BY RALPH PALLEN COLEMAN DOUBLEDAY, PAGE & COMPANY GARDEN CITY ————— NEW YORK 1920 COPYRIGHT, 1920, BY DOUBLEDAY, PAGE & COMPANY ALL RIGHTS RESERVED, INCLUDING THAT OF TRANSLATION INTO FOREIGN LANGUAGES INCLUDING THE SCANDINAVIAN COPYRIGHT, 1915, BY THE FRANK A. MUNSEY COMPANY CONTENTS CHAPTER I. A DOG AND A DAMSEL II. BACK IN THE ROOM III. COVERING THE TRACKS IV. SIMON LEROUX V. M. LE CURÉ VI. AT THE FOOT OF THE CLIFF VII. CAPTAIN DUBOIS VIII. DREAMS OF THE NIGHT IX. THE FUNGUS X. SNOW BLINDNESS XI. THE CHÂTEAU XII. UNDER THE MOUNTAINS XIII. THE ROULETTE-WHEEL XIV. SOME PLAIN SPEAKING XV. WON—AND LOST XVI. THE OLD ANGEL XVII. LOUIS D'EPERNAY XVIII. THE LITTLE DAGGER XIX. THE HIDDEN CHAMBER XX. AT SWORDS' POINTS XXI. THE BAIT THAT LURED XXII. SURRENDER XXIII. LEROUX'S DIABLE XXIV. FULL CONFESSION XXV. THE END OF THE CHÂTEAU JACQUELINE OF GOLDEN RIVER CHAPTER I A DOG AND A DAMSEL As I sat on a bench in Madison Square after half past eleven in the evening, at the end of one of those mild days that sometimes occur in New York even at the beginning of December, a dog came trotting up to me, stopped at my feet, and whined. There is nothing remarkable in having a strange dog run to one nor in seeing the creature rise on its hind legs and paw at you for notice and a caress. Only, this happened to be an Eskimo dog. It might have been mistaken for a collie or a sheepdog by nearly everybody who saw it, though most men would have turned to admire the softness of its fur and to glance at the heavy collar with the silver studs. But I knew the Eskimo breed, having spent a summer in Labrador. I stroked the beast, which lay down at my feet, raising its head sometimes to whine, and sometimes darting off a little way and coming back to tug at the lower edge of my overcoat. But my mind was too much occupied for me to take any but a perfunctory interest in its manoeuvres. My eight years of thankless drudgery as a clerk, following on a brief adventurous period after I ran away to sea from my English home, had terminated three days before, upon receipt of a legacy, and I had at once left Tom Carson's employment. Six thousand guineas—thirty thousand dollars—the will said. I had not seen my uncle since I was a boy. But he had been a bachelor, we were both Hewletts, and I had been named Paul after him. I had seen for some time that Carson meant to get rid of me. It had been a satisfaction to me to get rid of him instead. He had been alternately a prospector and a company promoter all the working years of his rather shabby life. He had organized some dubious concerns; but his new offices on Broadway were fitted so unostentatiously that anyone could see the Northern Exploitation Company was not trying to glitter for the benefit of the small investor. Coal fields and timber-land somewhere in Canada, the concession was supposed to be. But Tom was as secretive as a clam, except with Simon Leroux. Leroux was a parish politician from some place near Quebec, and his clean-shaven, wrinkled face was as hard and mean as that of any city boss in the United States. His vile Anglo-French expletives were as nauseous as his cigars. He and old Tom used to be closeted together for hours at a time. I never liked the man, and I never cared for Carson's business ways. I was glad to leave him the day after my legacy arrived. He only snorted when I gave him notice, and told the cashier to pay me my salary to date. He had long before summed me up as a spiritless drudge. I don't believe he gave another thought to me after I left his office. My plans were vague. I had been occupying, at a low rental, a tiny apartment consisting of two rooms, a bath, and what is called a "kitchenette" at the top of an old building in Tenth Street which was about to be pulled down. Part of the roof was gone already, and there was a six-foot hole under the eaves. I had arranged to leave the next day, and a storage company was to call in the morning for my few sticks of furniture. I had half planned to take boat for Jamaica. I wanted to think and plan. I had nobody dependent on me, and was resolved to invest my little fortune in such a way that I might have a modest competence, so that the dreadful spectre of poverty might never leer at me again. The Eskimo dog was growing uneasy. It would run from me, looking round and uttering a succession of short barks, then run back and tug at my overcoat again. I began to become interested in its manoeuvres. Evidently it wished me to accompany it, and I wondered who its master was and how it came to be there. I stooped and looked at the collar. There was no name on it, except the maker's, scratched and illegible. I rose and followed the beast, which showed its eager delight by running ahead of me, turning round at times to bark, and then continuing on its way with a precision which showed me that it was certain of its destination. As I crossed Madison Square the light on the Metropolitan Tower flashed the first quarter. Broadway was in full glare. The lure of electric signs winked at me from every corner. The restaurants were disgorging their patrons, and beautifully dressed women in fine furs, accompanied by escorts in evening dress, stood on the pavements. Taxicabs whirled through the slush. I began to feel a renewal in me of the old, old thrill the city had inspired when I entered it a younger and a more hopeful man. The dog turned down a street in the Twenties, ran on a few yards, bounded up a flight of stone steps, and began scratching at the door of a house that was apparently empty. I say apparently, because the shades were down at every window and the interior was unlit, so far as could be seen from the street; but I knew that at that hour it must contain from fifty to a hundred people. This place I knew by reputation. It was Jim Daly's notorious but decently conducted gambling establishment, which was running full blast at a time when every other institution of this character had found it convenient to shut down. So the creature's master was inside Daly's, and it wished me to get him out. This was evidence of unusual discernment in his best friend, but it was hardly my prerogative to exercise moral supervision over this adventurous explorer of a chillier country even than his northern wastes. I looked in some disappointment at the closed doors and turned away. I meant to go home, and I had proceeded about three paces when the lock clicked. I stopped. The front door opened cautiously, and the gray head of Jim's negro butler appeared. Behind it was the famous grille of cast-steel, capable, according to rumour, of defying the axes of any number of raiding reformers. Then emerged one of the most beautiful women that I had ever seen. I should have called her a girl, for she could not have been more than twenty years of age. Her hair was of a fair brown, the features modelled splendidly, the head poised upon a flawless throat that gleamed white beneath a neckpiece of magnificent sable. She carried a sable muff, too, and under these furs was a dress of unstylish fashion and cut that contrasted curiously with them. I thought that those loose sleeves had passed away before the nineteenth century died. In one hand she carried a bag, into which she was stuffing a large roll of bills. As she stepped down to the street the dog leaped up at her. A hand fell caressingly upon the creature's head, and I knew that she had one servant who would be faithful unto death. She passed so close to me that her dress brushed my overcoat, and for an instant her eyes met mine. There was a look in them that startled me—terror and helplessness, as though she had suffered some benumbing shock which made her actions more automatic than conscious. This was no woman of the class that one might expect to find in Daly's. There was innocence in the face and in the throat, uplifted, as one sees it in young girls. I was bewildered. What was a girl like that doing in Daly's at half past twelve in the morning? She began walking slowly and rather aimlessly, it seemed to me, along the street in the direction of Sixth Avenue. My curiosity was unbounded. I followed her at a decent interval to see what she was going to do. But she did not seem to know. The girl looked as if she had stepped out of a cloister into an unknown world, and the dog added to the strangeness of the picture. The street loafers stared after her, and two men began walking abreast of her on the other side of the road. I followed more closely. As she stood upon the curb on the east side of Sixth Avenue I saw her glance timidly up and down before venturing to cross. There was little traffic, and the cars were running at wide intervals, but it was quite half a minute before she summoned resolution to plunge beneath the structure of the elevated railroad. When she had reached the other side she stood still again before continuing westward. The two men crossed the street and planted themselves behind her. They were speaking in a tongue that sounded like French, and one had a patch over his eye. A taxicab was crawling up behind them. I was sure that they were in pursuit of her. The four of us were almost abreast in the middle of the long block between Sixth and Seventh Avenues. We were passing a dead wall, and the street was almost empty. Suddenly the man with the patch turned on me, lowered his head, and butted me off my feet. I fell into the roadway, and at that instant the second fellow grasped the girl by the arm and the taxicab whirled up and stopped. The girl's assailants seemed to be trying to force her into the cab. One caught at her arm, the other seized her waist. The bag flew open, scattering a shower of gold pieces upon the pavement. And then, before I could get upon my feet again, the dog had leaped at the throat of the man with the patch and sent him stumbling backward. Before he recovered his balance I was at the other man, striking out right and left. It was all the act of an instant, and in an instant the two men had jumped into the taxicab and were being driven swiftly away. I was standing beside the terrified girl, while an ill-looking crowd, gathering from God knows where, surrounded us and fought like harpies for the coins which lay scattered about. I laid my hands on one who had grabbed a gold piece from between my feet, but the girl pulled at my arm distractedly. She was white and trembling, and her big grey eyes were full of fear. "Help me!" she pleaded, clinging to my sleeve with her little gloved hands. "The money is nothing. I have eight thousand dollars more in my bag. Help me away!" She spoke in a foreign, bookish accent, as though she had learned English at school. Fortunately for us the mob was too busily engrossed in its search to hear her words. So I drew her arm through mine and we hurried toward Sixth Avenue, where we took an up-town car. We had reached Herald Square when it occurred to me that my companion did not seem to know her destination. So we descended there. I intended to order a taxicab for her, had forgotten the dog, but now the beautiful creature came bounding up to us. "Where are you going?" I asked the girl. "I will take you to your home—or hotel," I added with a slight upward intonation on the last word. "I do not know where I am going," she answered slowly. "I have never been in New York until to-day." "But you have friends here?" I asked. She shook her head. "But are you really carrying eight thousand dollars about with you in New York at night?" I asked in amazement. "Don't you know this city is full of thieves, and that you are in the worst district?" For a moment it occurred to me that she might have been decoyed into Daly's. And yet I knew it was not that sort of place; indeed, Daly's chief desire was to remain as inconspicuous as possible. It was very difficult to get into Daly's. "Do you know the character of the place you came out of?" I asked, trying to find some clue to her actions. "The character?" she repeated, apparently puzzled at first. "Oh, yes. That is Mr. Daly's gaming-house. I came to New York to play at roulette there." She was looking at me so frankly that I was sure she was wholly ignorant of evil. "My father is too ill to play himself," she explained, "so I must find a hotel near Mr. Daly's house, and then I shall play every night until our fortune is made. Tonight I lost nearly two thousand dollars. But I was nervous in that strange place. And the system expressly says that one may lose at first. To-morrow I raise the stakes and we shall begin to win. See?" She pulled a little pad from her bag covered with a maze of figuring. "But where do you come from?" I asked. "Where is your father?" Again I saw that look of terror come into her eyes. She glanced quickly about her, and I was sure she was thinking of escaping from me. I hastened to reassure her. "Forgive me," I said. "It is no business of mine. And now, if you will trust me a little further I will try to find a hotel for you." It would have disarmed the worst man to feel her little hand slipped into his arm in that docile manner of hers. I took her to the Seward, the Grand, the Cornhil, and the Merrimac—each in turn. Vain hope! You know what the New York hotels are. When I asked for a room for her the clerk would eye her furs dubiously, look over his book in pretense, and then inform me that the hotel was full. At the Merrimac I sat down in the lobby and sent her to the clerk's desk alone, but that was equally useless. I realized pretty soon that no reputable hotel in New York City would accommodate her at that hour. We were standing presently in front of the Herald office. Her hand still touched my arm, and I was conscious of an absurd desire to keep it there as long as possible. My curiosity had given place to deep anxiety on her account. What was this child doing in New York alone, what sort of father had let her come, if her story were true? What was she? A European? Too unconventional for that. An Argentine? A runaway from some South American convent? Her skin was too fair for Spanish blood to flow beneath it. She looked French and had something of the French frankness. Canadian? I dared not ask her any more questions. There was only one thing to do, and, though I shrank from the suggestion, it had to be made. "It is evident that you must go somewhere to-night," I said. "I have two rooms on Tenth Street which I am vacating to-morrow. They are poorly furnished, but there is clean linen; and if you will occupy them for the night I can go elsewhere, and I will call for you at nine in the morning." She smiled at me gratefully—she did not seem surprised at all. "You have some baggage?" I asked. "No, monsieur," she answered. She was French, then—Canadian-French, I had no doubt. I was hardly surprised at her answer. I had ceased to be surprised at anything she told me. "To-morrow I shall show you where to make some purchases, then," I said. "And now, mademoiselle, suppose we take a taxicab." As her hand tightened upon my arm I saw a man standing on the west side of Broadway and staring intently at us. He was of a singular appearance. He wore a fur coat with a collar of Persian lamb, and on his head was a black lambskin cap such as is worn in colder climates, but it seldom seen in New York. He looked about thirty years of age, he had an aspect decidedly foreign, and I imagined that he was scowling at us malignantly. I was not sure that this surmise was not due to an over-active imagination, but I was determined to get away from the man's scrutiny, so I called a taxicab and gave the driver my address. "Go through some side streets and go fast," I said. The fellow nodded. He understood my motive, though I fear he may have misinterpreted the circumstances. We entered, and the girl nestled back against the comfortable cushions, and we drove at a furious speed, dodging down side streets at a rate that should have defied pursuit. During the drive I instructed my companion emphatically. "Since you have no friends here, you must have confidence in me, mademoiselle," I said. "And you are my friend? Well, monsieur, be sure I trust you," she answered. "You must listen to me attentively, then," I continued. "You must not admit anybody to the apartment until I ring to- morrow. I have the key, and I shall arrive at nine and ring, and then unlock the door. But take no notice of the bell. You understand?" "Yes, monsieur," she answered wearily. Her eyelids drooped; I saw that she was very sleepy. When the taxicab deposited us in front of the house, I glanced hastily up and down the road. There was another cab at the east end of the street, but I could not discern if it were approaching me or stationary. I opened the front door quickly and admitted my companion, then preceded her up the uncarpeted stairs to my little apartment on the top floor. I was the only tenant in the house, and therefore there would be no cause for embarrassment. As I opened the door of my apartment the dog pushed past me. Again I had forgotten it; but it had not forgotten its mistress. I looked inside my bare little rooms. It was hard to say good-by. "Till to-morrow, mademoiselle," I said. "And won't you tell me your name?" She drew off her glove and put one hand in mine. "Jacqueline," she answered. "And yours?" "Paul," I said. "Au revoir, Monsieur Paul, then, and take my gratitude with you for your goodness." I let her hand fall and hurried down the stairs, confused and choking, for there was a wedding-ring upon her finger. CHAPTER II BACK IN THE ROOM The situation had become more preposterous than ever. Two hours before it would have been unimaginable; one hour ago I had merely been offering aid to a young woman in distress; now she was occupying my rooms and I was hurrying along Tenth Street, careless as to my destination, and feeling as though the whole world was crumbling about my head because she wore a wedding-ring. Certainly I was not in love with her, so far as I could analyze my emotions. I had been conscious only of a desire to help her, merging by degrees into pity for her friendlessness. But the wedding-ring—what hopes, then, had begun to spring up in my heart? I could not fathom them; I only knew that my exaltation had given place to profound dejection. As I passed up the street the taxicab which I had seen at the east end came rapidly toward me. It passed, and I stopped and looked after it. I was certain that it slackened speed outside the door of the old building, but again it went on quickly, until it was lost to view in the distance. Had I given the pursuers a clue by my reappearance? I watched for a few moments longer, but the vehicle did not return, and I dismissed the idea as folly. In truth, there was no reason to suppose that the man I had seen in Herald Square was connected with the two others, or that any of the three had followed us. No doubt the third man was but a street-loafer of the familiar type, attracted by Jacqueline's unusual appearance. And, after all, New York was a civilized city, and I could be sure of the girl's safety behind the street door-lock and that of my apartment door. So I refused to yield to the impulse to go back and assure myself that she was all right. I must find a hotel and get a good night's sleep. In the morning, undoubtedly, I would see the episode in a less romantic fashion. As I went on, new thoughts began to press on my imagination. Such an event as this, told in any gathering of men, why, they would smile at me and call me the victim of an adventuress. The tale about the father, the assumed ignorance of the conventions—how much could be believed? Had she not probably left her husband in some Canadian city and come to New York to enjoy her holiday in her own fashion? Could she innocently have adventured to Daly's door and actually have succeeded in gaining admission? Why, many a would-be gambler had had the wicket of the grille slammed in his face by the old colored butler. Perhaps she was worse than I was even now imagining! I had turned up Fifth Avenue, and had reached Twelfth or Thirteenth Street when I thought I heard the patter of the Eskimo dog's feet behind me. I spun, around, startled, but there was only the long stretch of pavement, wet from a slight recent shower, and the reflection of the white arc-lights in it. I had resumed my course when I was sure I heard the pattering again. And again I saw nothing. A moment later I was hurrying back toward the apartment-house. My nerves had suddenly become unstrung. I felt sure now that some imminent danger was threatening Jacqueline. I could not bear the suspense of waiting till morning. I wanted to save her from something that I felt intimately, but did not understand, and at which my reason mocked in vain. And as I ran I thought I heard the patter of the dog's feet, pacing mine. I was rounding the corner of Tenth Street now, and again the folly of my behaviour struck home to me. I stopped and tried to think. Was it some instinct that was taking me back, or was it the remembrance of Jacqueline's beauty? Was it not the desire to see her, to ask her about the ring? Surely my fears were but an overwrought imagination and the strangeness of the situation, acting upon a mind eagerly grasping out after adventure, being set free from the oppression of those dreadful years of bondage! I had actually swung around when I heard the ghostly patter of the feet again close at my side. I made my decision in that instant, and hurried swiftly on my course back toward the apartment house. I was in Tenth Street now. It was half-past two in the morning, and beginning to grow cold. The thoroughfare was empty. I fled, a tiny thing, between two rows of high, dark houses. When at last I found my door my hands were trembling so that I could hardly fit the key into the lock. I wondered now whether it had not been the pattering of my heart that I had heard. I bounded up the stairs. But on the top story I had to pause to get my breath, and then I dared not enter. I listened outside. There was no sound from within. The two rooms that I occupied were separated only by a curtain, which fell short a foot from the floor and was slung on a wooden pole, disclosing two feet between the top of it and the ceiling. The rooms were thus actually one, and even that might have been called small, for the bed in the rear room was not a dozen paces from the door. I listened for the breathing of the sleeping girl. My intelligence cried out upon my folly, telling me that my appearance there would terrify her; and yet that clamorous fear that beat at my heart would not be silenced. If I could hear her breathe, I thought, I would go quietly away, and find a hotel in which to sleep. I listened minute after minute, but I could not hear a sound. At last I put my mouth to the keyhole and spoke to her. "Jacqueline," I called. The name sounded as strange and sweet on my own lips as it had sounded on hers when she told it to me. I waited. There was no answer. Then a little louder: "Jacqueline!" And then quite loudly: "Jacqueline!" I listened, dreading that she would cry out in alarm, but the same dead silence followed. Then, out of the silence, hammering on my eardrums, burst the loud ticking of the little alarm-clock that I had left on the mantel of the bedroom. I heard that, and it must have been ticking minutes before the sound reached me; perhaps if I waited a little longer I should hear her breathing. The alarm-clock was one of that kind which, when set to "repeat," utters a peculiar little click every two hundred and eighth stroke owing to a catch in the mechanism. Formerly it had annoyed me inexpressibly, and I would lie awake for hours waiting for that tiny sound. Now I could hear even that, and heard it repeat and repeat itself; but I could not hear Jacqueline breathe. I took the key of the apartment door from my pocket at last and fitted it noiselessly into the lock. I stood there, trembling and irresolute. I dared not turn the key. The hall door gave immediately upon the rooms without a private passage, and at the moment when I opened the door I should be practically inside my bedroom save for the intervening curtain. Once more I ventured: "Jacqueline! Jacqueline!" There was not the smallest answering stir within. And so, with shaking fingers, I turned the key. The door creaked open with a noise that must have sounded throughout the empty house. I recollected then that it was impossible to keep it shut without locking it. The landlord had long ago ceased to concern himself with his tumble- down property. I caught at the door-edge, missed it and, tripping over a rent in the cheap mat that lay against the door inside, stumbled against the table-edge and clung there. And even after I had caught at it, and stayed my fall, that infernal door went creaking, creaking backward till it brought up against the wall. The room was completely dark, except for a little patch of light high up on the bedroom wall, which came through the hole the workmen had made when they began demolishing the building. I hesitated a moment; then I drew a match from my pocket and rubbed it softly into a flame against my trouser leg. I reached up to the gas above the table, turned it on, and lit the incandescent mantle, lowering the light immediately. But even then there was no sound from behind the curtains. They hung down close together, so that I was able to see only the gas-blackened ceiling above them and, underneath, the lower edge of the bed linen, and the bed-frame at the base, with its enamelled iron feet, The sheets hung straight, as though the bed had not been occupied; but, though there was no sound, I knew Jacqueline was at the back of the curtains. The oppressive stillness was not that of solitude. She must be awake; she must be listening in terror. I went toward the curtains, and when I spoke I heard the words come through my lips in a voice that I could not recognize as mine. "Jacqueline!" I whispered, "it is Paul. Paul, your friend. Are you safe, Jacqueline?" Now I saw, under the curtains, what looked like the body of a very small animal. It might have been a woolly dog, or a black lambkin, and it was lying perfectly still. I pulled aside the curtains and stood between them, and the scene stamped itself upon my brain, as clear as a photographic print, for ever. The woolly beast was the fur cap of a dead man who lay across the floor of the little room. One foot was extended underneath the bed, and the head reached to the bottom of the wall on the other side of the room. He lay upon his back, his eyes open and staring, his hands clenched, and his features twisted into a sneering smile. His fur overcoat, unbuttoned, disclosed a warm knit waistcoat of a gaudy pattern, across which ran the heavy links of a gold chain. There was a tiny hole in his breast, over the heart, from which a little blood had flowed. The wound had pierced the heart, and death had evidently been instantaneous. It was the man whom I had seen staring at us across Herald Square. Beside the window Jacqueline crouched, and at her feet lay the Eskimo dog, watching me silently. In her hand she held a tiny, dagger-like knife, with a thin, red-stained blade. Her grey eyes, black in the gas-light, stared into mine, and there was neither fear nor recognition in them. She was fully dressed, and the bed had not been occupied. I flung myself at her feet. I took the weapon from her hand. "Jacqueline!" I cried in terror. I raised her hands to my lips and caressed them. She seemed quite unresponsive. I laid them against my cheek. I called her by her name imploringly; I spoke to her, but she only looked at me and made no answer. Still it was evident to me that she heard and understood, for she looked at me in a puzzled way, as if I were a complete stranger. She did not seem to resent my presence there, and she did not seem afraid of the dead man. She seemed, in a kindly, patient manner, to be trying to understand the meaning of the situation. "Jacqueline," I cried, "you are not hurt? Thank God you are not hurt. What has happened?" "I don't know," she answered. "I don't know where I am." I kneeled down at her side and put my arms about her. "Jacqueline, dear;" I said, "will you not try to think? I am Paul—your friend Paul. Do you not remember me?" "No, monsieur," she sighed. "But, then, how did you come here, Jacqueline?" I asked. "I do not know," she answered. And, a moment later, "I do not know, Paul." That encouraged me a little. Evidently she remembered what I had just said to her. "Where is your home, Jacqueline?" "I do not know," she answered in an apathetic voice, devoid of interest. There was something more to be said, though it was hard. "Jacqueline, who—was—that?" "Who?" she inquired, looking at me with the same patient, wistful gaze. "That man, Jacqueline. That dead man." "What dead man, Paul?" She was staring straight at the body, and at that moment I realized that she not only did not remember, but did not even see it. The shock which she had received, supervening upon the nervous state in which she had been when I encountered her, had produced one of those mental inhibitions in which the mind, to save the reason, obliterates temporarily not only all memory of the past, but also all present sights and sounds which may serve to recall it. She looked idly at the body of the dead man, and I was sure that she saw nothing but the worn woodwork of the floor. I saw that it was useless to say anything more upon this subject. "You are very tired, Jacqueline?" I asked. "Yes, monsieur," she answered, leaning back against my arm. "And you would like to sleep?" "Yes, monsieur." I raised her in my arms and laid her on the bed, telling her to close her eyes and sleep. She was asleep almost immediately after her head rested Upon the pillow. She breathed as softly as an infant. I watched her for a while until I heard a distant clock strike three. This recalled me to the dangers of our situation. I struck a match and lit the gas in the bedroom. But the yellow glare was so ghastly and intolerable that I turned it down. And then I set about the task before me. CHAPTER III COVERING THE TRACKS I thought quickly, and my consciousness seemed to embrace all the details of the situation with a keenness foreign to my nature. Once, I believe, I had been able to play an active part among the men who were my associates in that adventurous life that lay so far behind me. But eight years of clerkship had reduced me to the condition of one who waits on the command of others. Now my irresolution vanished for the time, and I was my old self once more. The first task was the disposal of the body in such a way that suspicion would not attach itself to me after I had vacated the rooms next morning. There was a fire-escape running up to the floor of that room on the outside of the house, though there was no egress to it. It had been put up by the landlord to satisfy the requirements of some new law; but had never been meant for use, and it was constructed of the flimsiest and cheapest ironwork. I saw that it would be possible by standing on a chair to swing myself up to the hole in the wall and reach down to the iron stairs up which, I assumed, the dead man had crept after I had given him the hint of Jacqueline's abode by emerging from the front door. I raised the dead man in my arms, looking apprehensively toward the bed. I was afraid Jacqueline would awaken, but she slept in heavy peace, undisturbed by the harsh creaking of the sagging floor beneath its double burden. I put the fur cap on the grotesque, nodding dead head, and, pushing a chair toward the wall with my foot, mounted it and managed with a great effort to squeeze through the hole, pulling up the body with me as I did so. Then I felt with my foot for the little platform at the top of the iron stairs outside, found it, and dropped. Afterward I dragged the dreadful burden down from the hole. I had not known that I was strong before, and I do not understand now how I managed to accomplish my wretched task. I carried the dead man all the way down the fire-escape, clinging and straining against the rotting, rusting bars, which bent and cracked beneath my weight and seemed about to break and drag down the entire structure from the wall. I hardly paused at the platforms outside the successive stories. The weather was growing very cold, a storm was coming up, and the wind soughed and whined dismally around the eaves. I reached the bottom at last and rested for a moment. At the back of the house was a little vacant space, filled with heaps of débris from the demolished portions of the building and with refuse which had been dumped there by tenants who had left and had never been removed. This yard was separated only by a rotting fence with a single wooden rail from a small blind alley. The alley had run between rows of stables in former days when this was a fashionable quarter, but now these were mostly unoccupied, save for a few more pretentious ones at the lower end, which were being converted into garages. Everywhere were heaps of brick, piles of rain-rotted wood, and rubbish-heaps. I took up my burden and placed it at the end of the alley, covering it roughly with some old burlap bags which lay there. I thought it safe to assume that the police would look upon the dead man as the victim of some footpad. It was only remotely possible that suspicion would be directed against any occupant of any of the houses bordering on the cul- de-sac. I did not search the dead man's pockets. I cared nothing who he was, and did not want to know. My sole desire was to acquit Jacqueline of his death in the world's eyes. That he had come deservedly by it I was positive. I was her sole protector now, and I felt a furious resolve that no one should rob me of her. The ground was as hard as iron, and I was satisfied that my footsteps had left no track; there would be snow before morning, and if my feet had left any traces these would be covered effectively. Four o'clock was striking while I was climbing back into the room again. Jacqueline lay on the bed in the same position; she had not stirred during that hour. While she slept I set about the completion of my task. I took the knife from the floor where I had flung it, scrubbed it, and placed it in my suit-case. Then I scrubbed the floor clean, afterward rubbing it with a soiled rag to make its appearance uniform. I washed my hands, and thought I had finally removed all traces of the affair; but, coming back, I perceived something upon the floor which had escaped my notice. It was the leather collar of the Eskimo dog, with its big silver studs and the maker's silver name-plate. All this while the animal had remained perfectly quiet in the room crouching at Jacqueline's feet and beside the bed. It had not attempted to molest me, as I had feared might be the case during the course of my gruesome work. I came to the conclusion that there might have been a struggle; that it had run to its mistress's assistance, and that the collar had been torn from it by the dead man. My first thought was to put the collar back upon the creature's neck; but then I came to the conclusion that this might possibly serve as a means of identification. And it was essential that no one should be able to identify the dog. So I picked the collar up and carried it into the next room and held it under the light of the incandescent gas- mantle. The letters of the maker's name were almost obliterated, but after a careful study I was able to make them out. The name was Maclay & Robitaille, and the place of manufacture Quebec. This confirmed my belief concerning Jacqueline's nativity. I pried the plate from the leather and slipped it into my pocket. I put the broken collar into my suitcase, together with the dagger, and then I set about packing my things for the journey which we were to undertake. I had always accustomed myself to travel with a minimum of baggage, and the suit-case, which was a roomy one, held all that I should need at any time. When I had finished packing I went back to Jacqueline and sat beside her while she slept. As I sat dawn I heard a city clock strike five. In a little while it would begin to lighten, and the advent of the day filled me with a sort of terror. I watched the sleeping girl. Who was she? How could she sleep calmly after that night's deed? The mystery seemed unfathomable; the girl alone in the city, the robbers, the dog, the dead man, and the one who had escaped me. Jacqueline's bag lay on the bureau and disgorging bills. There were rolls and rolls of them—eight thousand dollars did not seem too much. Besides these, the bag contained the usual feminine properties: a handkerchief, sachet-bag, a pocket mirror, and some thin papers, coated with rice-powder. The thought crossed my mind that the bills might be counterfeit, and I picked one up and looked carefully at it, comparing it with one from my own pocketbook. But I was soon satisfied that they were real. Well—I turned back to Jacqueline, ashamed of the suspicion that had crossed my mind. Her soft brown hair streamed over the pillow and hung down toward the floor, a heavy mass, uncoiled from the wound braids upon her neck. Her breast rose and fell evenly with her breathing. She looked even younger than on the preceding evening. I was sure now that she was innocent of evil, and my unworthy thoughts made me ashamed. Her outstretched arm was extended beyond the edge of the bed. I raised her hand and held in it my own, and I sat thus until the room began to lighten, watching her all the while. It was strange that as I sat there I began to grow comforted. I looked on her as mine. When I had kissed her hands I had forgotten the ring upon her finger; and now, holding that hand in mine and running my fingers round and round the circlet of gold, I was not troubled at all. I could not think of her as any other man's. She was mine—Jacqueline. Presently she stirred, her eyes opened, and she sat up. I placed a pillow at her back. She gazed at me with apathy, but there was also recognition in her look. "Do you know me, Jacqueline?" I asked. "Yes, Paul," she answered. "Your friend?" "My friend, Paul." "Jacqueline, I am going to take you home," I said, hoping that she would tell me something, but I dared ask her no more. I meant to take her to Quebec and make inquiries there. Thus I hoped to learn something of her, even if the sight of the town did not awaken her memories. "I am going to take you home, Jacqueline," I repeated. "Yes, Paul," she answered in that docile manner of hers. "It is lucky you have your furs, because the winter is cold where your home is." "Yes, Paul," she repeated as before, and a few more probings on my part convinced me that she remembered nothing at all. Her mind was like a person's newly awakened in a strange land. But this state brought with it no fear, only a peaceful quietude and faith which was very touching. "We have forgotten a lot of things that troubled us, haven't we, Paul?" she asked me presently. "But we shall not care, since we have each other for friends. And afterwards perhaps we shall pick them up again. Do you not think so, Paul?" "Yes, Jacqueline," I answered. "If we remembered now the memory of them might make us unhappy," she continued wistfully. "Do you not think so, Paul?" "Yes, Jacqueline." There was a faint and vague alarm in her eyes which made me glad for her sake that she did not know. "Now, Jacqueline," I said, "we shall have to begin to make ready for our journey." I had just remembered that the storage company which was to warehouse my few belongings was to call that day. The van would probably be at the house early in the morning, and it was essential that we should be gone before it arrived. Fortunately I had arranged to leave the door unlocked in case my arrangements necessitated my early departure, and this was understood, so that my absence would cause no surprise. I showed Jacqueline the bathroom and drew the curtains. Then I went into the kitchenette and made coffee on the gas range, and, since it was too early for the arrival of my morning loaf, which was placed just within the street door by the baker's boy every day, I made some toast and buttered it. I remember reflecting, with a relic of my old forced economy, how fortunate it was that my pound of butter had just lasted until the morning when I was to break up housekeeping. When I took in the breakfast Jacqueline was waiting for me, looking very dainty and charming. She was hungry, too, also a good sign. She did not seem to understand that there was anything strange in the situation in which we found ourselves. I did not know whether this was due to her mental state or to that strange unsophistication which I had already observed in her. At any rate, we ate our breakfast together as naturally as though we were a married couple of long standing. After the meal was ended, and we had fed the dog, Jacqueline insisted on washing the dishes, and I showed her the kitchenette and let her do so, though I should never have need for the cheap plates and cups again. "Now, Jacqueline, we must go," I said. I placed her neckpiece about her. I closed her bag, stuffing the bills inside, and hung it on her arm. I could not resist a smile to see the little pad covered with its maze of figures among the rolls of money. I was afraid that the sight of it would awaken her memories, but she only looked quietly at it and put it away. I wanted her to let me bank her money for her, but did not like to ask her. However, of her own account she took out the bills and handed them to me. "What a lot of money I have," she said. "I hardly thought there was so much money in the world, Paul." It was past eight when we left the house. I carried my suit-case and, stopping at a neighbouring express office, had it sent to the Grand Central station. And then I decided to take the dog to the animal's home. I did not like to do so, but was afraid, in the necessity of protecting Jacqueline, that its presence might possibly prove embarrassing, so I took it there and left it, with instructions that it was to be kept until I sent for it. I paid a small sum of money and we departed, Jacqueline apparently indifferent to what I had done, though the animal's distress at being parted from her disturbed my conscience a good deal. Still it seemed the only thing to do under our circumstances. Quebec, then, was my objective, and with no further clue than the dog-collar. There were two trains, I found, at three and at nine. The first, which I proposed to take, would bring us to our destination soon after nine the next day, but our morning was to be a busy one, and it would be necessary to make our preparations quickly. A little snow was on the ground, but the sun shone brightly, and I felt that the shadows of the night lay behind us. CHAPTER IV SIMON LEROUX With Jacqueline's arm drawn through mine I paid a visit to the bank in which I had deposited my legacy, and drew out fifteen hundred dollars, next depositing Jacqueline's money to my own account. It amounted to almost exactly eight thousand dollars. The receiving teller must have thought me an eccentric to carry so large a sum, and I know he thought that Jacqueline and I had just been married, for I saw him smile over the entry that he made in my bank book. I wanted to deposit her money in her own name, but this would have involved inquiries and explanations which I was not in a position to satisfy. So there was nothing to do but deposit it in my own, and afterward I could refund it to her. I said that the receiving teller smiled—he wore that indescribable congratulatory look with which it is the custom to favor the newly married. In fact, we were exactly like a honeymoon couple. Although I endeavored to maintain an air of practical self- assurance there was now a new shyness in her manner, an atmosphere of undefinable but very real sweetness in the relationship between us which set my heart hammering at times when I looked at her flushed cheeks and the fair hair, blown about her face, and hiding the glances which she stole timidly at me. It was like a honeymoon departure, only with another man's wife; and that made the sentiment more elevated and more chivalrous, for it set a seal of honour on me which must remain unbroken till the time arrived. I wondered, as we strolled up Fifth Avenue together, how much she knew, what she remembered, and what thoughts went coursing through her head. That child-like faith of hers was marvellously sweet. It was an innocent confidence, but it was devoid of weakness. I believed that she was dimly aware that terrible things lay in the past and that she trusted to her forgetfulness as a shield to shelter not only herself but me, and would not voluntarily recall what she had forgotten. It was necessary to buy her an outfit of clothes, and this problem worried me a good deal. I hardly knew the names of the things she required. I believe now that I had absurd ideas as to the quantity and consistency of women's garments. I was afraid that she would not know what to buy; but, as the morning wore away, I realized that her mental faculties were not dimmed in the least. She observed everything, clapped her hands joyously as a child at the street sights and sounds, turned to wonder at the elevated and at the high buildings. I ventured, therefore, upon the subject that was perplexing me. "Jacqueline," I said, "you know that you will require an outfit of clothes before we start for your home. Not too many things, you know," I continued cautiously, "but just enough for a journey." "Yes, Paul," she answered. "How much money shall I give you, Jacqueline?" "Fifty dollars?" she inquired. I gave her a hundred, and took ridiculous delight in it. We entered a large department store, and I mustered up enough courage to address the young woman who stood behind the counter that displayed the largest assortment of women's garments. "I want a complete outfit for—for this lady," I stammered. "Enough for,"—I hesitated again—"a two weeks' journey." The young woman smiled in a very pleasant way, and two others, who were near enough to have overheard, turned and smiled also. "Bermuda or Niagara Falls?" asked the young woman. "I beg your pardon?" I inquired, conscious that my face was insufferably hot. "If you are taking madame to Bermuda she will naturally require cooler clothing than if you are taking her to Niagara Falls," the young woman explained, looking at me with benevolent patience. And seeing that I was wholly disconcerted she added: "Perhaps madame might prefer to make her own selection." As I stood in the centre of the store, apparently a stumbling block to every shopper, Jacqueline flitted here and there, until a comfortable assortment of parcels was accumulated upon the counter. "Where shall I send them, madame?" inquired the saleswoman. There was a suit-case to be bought, so I had them transferred to the trunk and leather-goods department, where I bought a neat sole-leather suit-case which, at Jacqueline's practical suggestion, was changed for a lighter one of plaited straw. After that I abstained from misdirecting my companion's activities. And everybody addressed her as madame, and everybody smiled on us, and sometimes I reflected miserably upon the wedding ring, and then again smiled too and forgot, watching Jacqueline's eager face flushed with delight as she looked at the pretty things in the store. I had meditated taking her into Tiffany's to buy her a trinket of some kind. A ring seemed forbidden, and I was weighing the choice between a bracelet and a watch, my desire to acquire a whole counter of trinkets rapidly getting the better of my judgment, when something happened which put the idea completely out of my head. It was while Jacqueline was examining the suitcases that my attention was drawn to a tall, elderly man with a hard, drawn, and deeply lined weather-beaten face, and wearing a massive fur overcoat, open in front, who was standing in the division between the trunk department and that adjoining it, immediately behind Jacqueline. He was looking at me with an unmistakable glance of recognition. I knew that I had seen him several times before, but, though his features were familiar, I had forgotten his name. In fact, I had seen him only a week before, but the events of the past night had made a week seem like a week of years. I stared at him and he stared back at me, and made an urgent sign to me. Keeping an eye on Jacqueline, and n...
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namespace O2System\Kernel\Http\Router;

// ------------------------------------------------------------------------

use O2System\Kernel\Http\Message\Uri\Domain;

/**
 * Class Addresses
 *
 * @package O2System\Kernel\Http\Router
 */
class Addresses
{
    /**
     * Addresses::HTTP_GET
     *
     * The GET method is used to retrieve information from the given server using a given URI.
     * Requests using GET should only retrieve data and should have no other effect on the data.
     *
     * @var string
     */
    const HTTP_GET = 'GET';

    /**
     * Addresses::HTTP_HEAD
     *
     * The HEAD method is used to retrieve only the status line and header section information from the given server
     * using a given URI. Requests using HEAD should only retrieve data and should have no other effect on the data.
     *
     * @var string
     */
    const HTTP_HEAD = 'HEAD';

    /**
     * Addresses::HTTP_POST
     *
     * The POST method is used to send data to the server.
     *
     * @var string
     */
    const HTTP_POST = 'POST';

    /**
     * Addresses::HTTP_PUT
     *
     * The PUT method is used to replaces all current representations of the target resource with the
     * uploaded content.
     *
     * @var string
     */
    const HTTP_PUT = 'PUT';

    /**
     * Addresses::HTTP_DELETE
     *
     * Removes all current representations of the target resource given by a URI.
     *
     * @var string
     */
    const HTTP_DELETE = 'DELETE';

    /**
     * Addresses::HTTP_CONNECT
     *
     * Establishes a tunnel to the server identified by a given URI.
     *
     * @var string
     */
    const HTTP_CONNECT = 'CONNECT';

    /**
     * Addresses::HTTP_OPTIONS
     *
     * Describes the communication options for the target resource.
     *
     * @var string
     */
    const HTTP_OPTIONS = 'OPTIONS';

    /**
     * Addresses::HTTP_TRACE
     *
     * Performs a message loop-back test along the path to the target resource.
     *
     * @var string
     */
    const HTTP_TRACE = 'TRACE';

    /**
     * Addresses::HTTP_ANY
     *
     * Any http type.
     *
     * @var string
     */
    const HTTP_ANY = 'ANY';

    /**
     * Addresses::$subDomains
     *
     * @var array
     */
    protected $domains = [];

    /**
     * Addresses::$translations
     *
     * @var array
     */
    protected $translations = [];

    /**
     * Addresses::$attributes
     *
     * @var array
     */
    protected $attributes = [];

    // ------------------------------------------------------------------------

    /**
     * @param      $path
     * @param null $domain
     *
     * @return bool|\O2System\Kernel\Http\Router\DataStructures\Action
     */
    public function getTranslation($path, $domain = null)
    {
        $path = '/' . ltrim($path, '/');
        $translations = $this->getTranslations($domain);

        if($path === '/' and isset($translations['/(:any)'])) {
            return $translations['/(:any)'];
        } elseif (isset($translations[ $path ])) {
            return $translations[ $path ];
        } elseif (count($translations)) {
            foreach ($translations as $translation => $action) {
                if ($action->isValidUriString($path)) {
                    return $action;
                    break;
                }
            }
        }

        return false;
    }

    // ------------------------------------------------------------------------

    /**
     * Addresses::getTranslations
     *
     * Gets array of domain routes translations.
     *
     * @param string $domain The domain url.
     *
     * @return array Returns array of domain routes maps.
     */
    public function getTranslations($domain = null)
    {
        $hostDomain = new Domain();

        if (is_null($domain)) {
            $domain = $hostDomain->getHost();
        }

        $translations = [];

        if (isset($this->translations[ $domain ])) {
            $translations = $this->translations[ $domain ];
        } else {
            $domain = new Domain($domain);
            if (array_key_exists($domain->getHost(), $this->translations)) {
                $translations = $this->translations[ $domain->getHost() ];
            } else {
                foreach ($this->translations as $domainRoute => $domainMap) {
                    if (preg_match('/[{][a-zA-Z0-9$_]+[}]/', $domainRoute)) {
                        $domainRoute = new Domain($domainRoute);

                        if ($domain->getMainDomain() === $domainRoute->getMainDomain() AND
                            $domain->getNumOfSubDomains() == $domainRoute->getNumOfSubDomains()
                        ) {
                            if (isset($domainMap[ $domainRoute->getSubDomain() ])) {
                                $translations = $domainMap;
                                $address = $translations[ $domainRoute->getSubDomain() ]->setClosureParameters(
                                    $domain->getSubDomains()
                                );

                                unset($translations[ $domainRoute->getSubDomain() ]);

                                if (false !== ($closureParameters = $address->getClosure())) {

                                    $closureParameters = ! is_array($closureParameters)
                                        ? [$closureParameters]
                                        : $closureParameters;

                                    foreach ($translations as $address) {
                                        $address->setClosureParameters((array)$closureParameters);
                                    }
                                }
                            }
                        }
                    }
                }
            }
        }

        return $translations;
    }

    // ------------------------------------------------------------------------

    /**
     * Addresses::any
     *
     * @param string $path    The URI string path.
     * @param mixed  $address The routing map of the URI:
     *                        [string]: string of controller name.
     *                        [array]: array of URI segment.
     *                        [\Closure]: the closure map of URI.
     *
     * @return static
     */
    public function any($path, $address)
    {
        $this->addTranslation($path, $address, self::HTTP_ANY);

        return $this;
    }

    // ------------------------------------------------------------------------

    /**
     * Addresses::addTranslation
     *
     * @param string  $path
     * @param string  $address
     * @param string  $method
     *
     * @return static
     */
    public function addTranslation($path, $address, $method = self::HTTP_GET)
    {
        $path = '/' . ltrim($path, '/');

        if ($address instanceof \Closure) {
            $closure = $address;
        } else {

            if (is_string($address)) {
                $namespace = isset($this->attributes[ 'namespace' ])
                    ? $this->attributes[ 'namespace' ]
                    : null;
                $controllerClassName = trim($namespace, '\\') . '\\' . $address;

                if (class_exists($controllerClassName)) {
                    $address = $controllerClassName;
                }
            }

            $closure = function () use ($address) {
                return $address;
            };
        }

        $domain = isset($this->attributes[ 'domain' ])
            ? $this->attributes[ 'domain' ]
            : null;

        $prefix = isset($this->attributes[ 'prefix' ])
            ? $this->attributes[ 'prefix' ]
            : null;

        if ( ! preg_match('/[{][a-zA-Z0-9$_]+[}]/', $path)) {
            $path = '/' . trim(trim($prefix, '/') . '/' . trim($path, '/'), '/');
        }

        $action = new DataStructures\Action($method, $path, $closure, $domain);

        $this->translations[ $action->getDomain() ][ $action->getPath() ] = $action;

        return $this;
    }

    // ------------------------------------------------------------------------

    /**
     * Addresses::middleware
     *
     * @param array $middleware
     * @param bool  $register
     *
     * @return static
     */
    public function middleware(array $middleware, $register = true)
    {
        foreach ($middleware as $offset => $object) {
            $offset = is_numeric($offset) ? $object : $offset;

            if ($register) {
                middleware()->register($object, $offset);
            } else {
                middleware()->unregister($offset);
            }
        }

        return $this;
    }

    // ------------------------------------------------------------------------

    /**
     * Addresses::pool
     *
     * @param          $attributes
     * @param \Closure $closure
     */
    public function pool($attributes, \Closure $closure)
    {
        $parentAttributes = $this->attributes;
        $this->attributes = $attributes;

        call_user_func($closure, $this);

        $this->attributes = $parentAttributes;
    }

    // ------------------------------------------------------------------------

    /**
     * Addresses::domains
     *
     * @param array $domains
     */
    public function domains(array $domains)
    {
        foreach ($domains as $domain => $address) {
            $this->domain($domain, $address);
        }
    }

    // ------------------------------------------------------------------------

    /**
     * Addresses::domain
     *
     * @param string $domain
     * @param string $address
     */
    public function domain($domain, $address)
    {
        if ($domain !== '*') {
            $hostDomain = new Domain();
            $domainParts = explode('.', $domain);

            if (count($domainParts) == 1) {
                $domain = $domain . '.' . $hostDomain->getMainDomain();
            } else {
                $domain = str_replace('.' . $hostDomain->getMainDomain(), '',
                        $domain) . '.' . $hostDomain->getMainDomain();
            }
        }

        $this->domains[ $domain ] = $address;
    }

    // ------------------------------------------------------------------------

    /**
     * Addresses::getDomain
     *
     * @param string|null $domain
     *
     * @return int|mixed|string|null
     */
    public function getDomain($domain = null)
    {
        $domain = is_null($domain)
            ? isset($_SERVER[ 'HTTP_HOST' ])
                ? $_SERVER[ 'HTTP_HOST' ]
                : $_SERVER[ 'SERVER_NAME' ]
            : $domain;

        if (array_key_exists($domain, $this->domains)) {
            if (is_callable($this->domains[ $domain ])) {
                return call_user_func($this->domains[ $domain ]);
            }

            return $this->domains[ $domain ];
        } elseif (isset($this->domains[ '*' ]) and is_callable($this->domains[ '*' ])) {
            // check wildcard domain closure
            if (false !== ($address = call_user_func($this->domains[ '*' ], $domain))) {
                return $address;
            }
        } elseif (count($this->domains)) {
            // check pregmatch domain closure
            foreach ($this->domains as $address => $closure) {
                if (preg_match('/[{][a-zA-Z0-9$_]+[}]/', $address) and $closure instanceof \Closure) {
                    $addressDomain = new Domain($address);
                    $checkDomain = new Domain($domain);
                    $parameters = [];

                    if ($addressDomain->getNumOfSubDomains() === $checkDomain->getNumOfSubDomains()) {
                        foreach ($addressDomain->getSubDomains() as $level => $name) {
                            if (false !== ($checkDomainName = $checkDomain->getSubDomain($level))) {
                                $parameters[] = $checkDomainName;
                            }
                        }

                        if (false !== ($address = call_user_func_array($closure, $parameters))) {
                            return $address;
                            break;
                        }
                    }
                }
            }
        }

        return null;
    }

    // ------------------------------------------------------------------------

    /**
     * Addresses::get
     *
     * @param string $path    The URI string path.
     * @param mixed  $address The routing map of the URI:
     *                        [string]: string of controller name.
     *                        [array]: array of URI segment.
     *                        [\Closure]: the closure map of URI.
     *
     * @return static
     */
    public function get($path, $address)
    {
        $this->addTranslation($path, $address, self::HTTP_GET);

        return $this;
    }

    // ------------------------------------------------------------------------

    /**
     * Addresses::post
     *
     * @param string $path    The URI string path.
     * @param mixed  $address The routing map of the URI:
     *                        [string]: string of controller name.
     *                        [array]: array of URI segment.
     *                        [\Closure]: the closure map of URI.
     *
     * @return static
     */
    public function post($path, $address)
    {
        $this->addTranslation($path, $address, self::HTTP_POST);

        return $this;
    }

    // ------------------------------------------------------------------------

    /**
     * Addresses::put
     *
     * @param string $path    The URI string path.
     * @param mixed  $address The routing map of the URI:
     *                        [string]: string of controller name.
     *                        [array]: array of URI segment.
     *                        [\Closure]: the closure map of URI.
     *
     * @return static
     */
    public function put($path, $address)
    {
        $this->addTranslation($path, $address, self::HTTP_PUT);

        return $this;
    }

    // ------------------------------------------------------------------------

    /**
     * Addresses::connect
     *
     * @param string $path    The URI string path.
     * @param mixed  $address The routing map of the URI:
     *                        [string]: string of controller name.
     *                        [array]: array of URI segment.
     *                        [\Closure]: the closure map of URI.
     *
     * @return static
     */
    public function connect($path, $address)
    {
        $this->addTranslation($path, $address, self::HTTP_CONNECT);

        return $this;
    }

    // ------------------------------------------------------------------------

    /**
     * Addresses::delete
     *
     * @param string $path    The URI string path.
     * @param mixed  $address The routing map of the URI:
     *                        [string]: string of controller name.
     *                        [array]: array of URI segment.
     *                        [\Closure]: the closure map of URI.
     *
     * @return static
     */
    public function delete($path, $address)
    {
        $this->addTranslation($path, $address, self::HTTP_DELETE);

        return $this;
    }

    // ------------------------------------------------------------------------

    /**
     * Addresses::delete
     *
     * @param string $path    The URI string path.
     * @param mixed  $address The routing map of the URI:
     *                        [string]: string of controller name.
     *                        [array]: array of URI segment.
     *                        [\Closure]: the closure map of URI.
     *
     * @return static
     */
    public function head($path, $address)
    {
        $this->addTranslation($path, $address, self::HTTP_HEAD);

        return $this;
    }

    // ------------------------------------------------------------------------

    /**
     * Addresses::options
     *
     * @param string $path    The URI string path.
     * @param mixed  $address The routing map of the URI:
     *                        [string]: string of controller name.
     *                        [array]: array of URI segment.
     *                        [\Closure]: the closure map of URI.
     *
     * @return static
     */
    public function options($path, $address)
    {
        $this->addTranslation($path, $address, self::HTTP_OPTIONS);

        return $this;
    }

    // ------------------------------------------------------------------------

    /**
     * Addresses::trace
     *
     * @param string $path    The URI string path.
     * @param mixed  $address The routing map of the URI:
     *                        [string]: string of controller name.
     *                        [array]: array of URI segment.
     *                        [\Closure]: the closure map of URI.
     *
     * @return static
     */
    public function trace($path, $address)
    {
        $this->addTranslation($path, $address, self::HTTP_TRACE);

        return $this;
    }
}


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Electronic Journal for Inclusive Education Vol. 3, No. 3 (Winter/Spring 2015)
Patricia R. Renick
Resilience: A Framework for Inclusive Pedagogy in a South African Context
T. M. Makoelle and M. Malindi
Teachers' Attitudes and Perceptions of Inclusion in Relation to Grade Level and Years of Experience
Marsha C. Barnes and Trudi Gaines
Deconstructing the Positive Behavioral Support Model and Replacing it With the Neo-Montessori Constructivist Intervention Model Or How Montessori Changed my Cold Data Driven Heart
Thomas D. Knestrict
Limits and Perspectives for the Promotion of the Inclusive Culture and Paradigm within School Context: Theoretical Considerations and Empirical Findings from Greece and Hungary
Elias Kourkoutas, Agnes Nemethne Toth, and Elena Vitalaki
When Job Skills Are Not Enough: Transitioning Young Adults with Autism Spectrum Disorder
Francis DeMatteo and Patricia S. Arter
Characters on the Autism Spectrum in Young Adult Inclusion Literature
Courtney A. Tsumoto and Rhonda S. Black
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Probate Court Considers Added Protections To Curb Theft By Court-Appointed Guardians
By Gregory B. Hladky
(serggn / Getty Images/iStockphoto)
The state's top Probate Court administrator said Monday that new reforms are needed to protect the elderly and mentally ill from abuse.
Probate Court Administrator Paul J. Knierim and lawmakers said more needs to be done to prevent fraud and deception by corrupt court-appointed conservators. At a press conference and hearing Monday they spoke in support of a reform bill moving through the legislature.
"We need to root out as many of those bad apples ... as we can," said Rep. Steven Stafstrom, D-Bridgeport, vice-chair of the legislature's judiciary committee.
Conservators appointed by state probate courts are handling financial matters for an estimated 20,000 elderly, disabled and mentally ill Connecticut residents with assets of more than $350 million, probate officials said Monday.
Preventing abuse by these court-appointed conservators — some of whom have stolen tens of thousands of dollars from the elderly and mentally ill people they swore to protect — is the goal of the probate reform bill.
"There is no more important responsibility ... than the duties of a conservator," Knierim said Monday. He said that the vast majority of Connecticut conservators are honest and dedicated to providing their charges with everything from housing, to medical care and nutrition, in addition to handling financial matters.
Proposed reforms include random state audits of conservator accounts and tougher ethical standards.
Knierim said in the past five years, the probate system has seen a 58 percent increase in the number of mental health cases requiring conservators.
This isn't the first effort to reform the probate system. Knierim said legislation was passed in 2007 to give probate judges authority to order audits of questionable conservator accounts.
The new legislation has been triggered in part by recent high-profile cases of conservators stealing money from the people they were appointed to help.
Last August, a 67-year-old disabled man from Wethersfield named John Fritz received a $10,000 settlement of a lawsuit against a court-appointed conservator. Michael Schless, a retired lawyer from Newington now living in Florida, pleaded guilty to first-degree larceny for stealing money from Fritz. Schless, 78, received a 10-year-suspended sentence and had to surrender his law license.
Fritz, whose family began noticing in 2012 that his finances were being drained away, has recovered $60,000 of the money taken by Schless. The judge in the case said when sentencing Schless that the scandal showed "the court system is not perfect and this is a dishonorable day for the court system."
At Monday's hearing, one harsh critic of Connecticut's probate courts testified against the proposed reform. Jeryl Gray, who claims her mother has been financially abused by the conservator system, argued that a failure to enforce existing laws has led to "extreme atrocities" against people like her mother. Gray said passing a new "sham bill" wouldn't change a corrupt system.
If passed by the General Assembly, the new legislation would take effect Jan. 1, 2018. Knierim said the 15-20 random audits each year are expected to cost $30,000.
The Democratic co-chairs of the legislature's judiciary committee, Rep. William Tong of Stamford and Sen. Paul Doyle of Wethersfield, both spoke in support of reform.
"The risk of abuse is too high," Tong said, "and we must take steps to make sure that conservators … are held to the highest ethical and fiduciary standards."
Doyle said the closing in recent years of institutions caring for the mentally ill has resulted in a dramatic increase in the number of people with mental health issues needing the help of conservators.