The River of Death | Page 4

make themselves
scarce as soon as they can. A local doctor calls the plague English
cholera, too much bad fruit in very hot weather, and there you are."
Grady nodded again. The sweltering heat of the place no longer
affected him. Down below the presses were already beginning to clang
and boom. There was a constant clatter of feet along the passages.
"Sit down right away," Grady snapped. "Make two columns of it. I'll
get some statistics out for you."
Chase peeled off his coat and got to work at once. Grady found the
book he required and proceeded to compile his facts therefrom.
The further he dived into the volume the more terribly grave the
situation appeared.
The upper waters of the Thames were poisoned beyond doubt. And the
Thames for some time past had been little better than a stagnant ditch
under a fiery sun. Let that water only find its way into the pipes under
London and who could forecast the magnitude of the disaster? Nearly
all London derived its supply from the Thames.

So far as Grady could see from a swift examination of Dr. Richard
Siskey's valuable book, there were only two London water companies
did not derive their stock from the Thames - the New River Company
with its 40,000,000 gallons per diem, and the Kent Company with
20,000,000 gallons a day were the favoured ones.
But what of the other six sources of supply? Chelsea, East London,
West Middlesex, Grand Junction, Southwark, and Vauxhall and
Lambeth were all dependent upon the Thames. Some 250,000,000
gallons of water daily were a matter of necessity for the areas supplied
by the above-named companies. Fancy that liquid poison flowing like a
flood into the Fast End from Limehouse to West Ham, and from Bow
to Walthamstow, and nobody dreaming of the hideous danger! Why,
the Great Plague of London would be nothing to it.
And the West End would be no better off. From Sunbury to Mayfair
those connected with the Grand Junction supply would suffer. So far as
London proper was concerned, only those fortunate ones who were
joined to the New River mains would be exempt from peril, and, even
then, what chance has a sanitary area surrounded by pestilent districts?
If it were not already too late, the only chance was to cut off the
contaminated water supply, and then leave four-fifths of the population
of London absolutely without water under a heat that seemed to deprive
one of vital power.
The further Grady read on the more he was impressed. If he could get
this dread information into the hands of the people before it was too
late, he felt that he would be playing the part of a benefactor. Desperate
as the situation looked, the Telephone might yet save it. Professor
Darbyshire had no right to hold up such a secret when he should have
been taking measures to avert the threatened danger. It never occurred
to Grady that Darbyshire had had this calamity before his eyes for years,
and that his genius had found a way to nullify the evil.
"The figures are pretty bad," Grady muttered. "Upon my word, it makes
me creepy to think about it. Got your stuff ready? Want anything?"
"Anything in the way of food, you mean?" Chase asked.

"That's it. No? So much the better; because when that copy goes
upstairs not a soul leaves the premises till the paper has gone to bed."
An hour later the presses were roaring: presently huge parcels of damp
sheets were vomited into the street. Under the glare of the arc lamps
perspiring porters ghostly blue and spectral vans waited. The whole
street was busy with the hum of high noon. And all the while, a little
way beyond the radius of purple arcs, London slept . . .
London awoke presently and prepared for the day's work. There was no
sign of fear or panic yet. A copy of the Telephone lay on a hundred
thousand odd breakfast tables, news in tabloid form for busy men to
read. As the sheets were more or less carelessly opened the eye was
arrested by the scare heads on page 5. Nothing else seemed to be
visible:

THE POISONED THAMES
Millions of plague germs flowing down into London. Bacillus of
bubonic plague in the river. New River and Kent Companles alone can
supply pure water. Stupendous discovery by Professor Darbyshire.
Death in your breakfast cup today. Shun it as you would poison. If you
are not connected with either of the above companies, or if you have no
private supply, CUT OFF YOUR WATER AT THE MAIN AT ONCE!

What did it all mean? Nobody seemed to know. At eight o'clock in the
morning London's pulse was calm and