The Black Grippe

The Black Grippe
By Edgar Wallace
Author of “The Daffodil Enigma,” “The Million-Dollar Story.," Etc.
Here is a tale of what has never happened, but which might happen to a whole city any time. There is no need to tell you how well Mr. Wallace knows how to write.
DOCTOR HEREFORD BEVAN was looking thoughtfully at a small Cape rabbit; the rabbit took not the slightest notice of Doctor Hereford Bevan. It crouched on a narrow bench, nibbling at a mess of crushed mealies, and seemed perfectly content with its lot, in spite of the fact that the bench was situate in the experimental laboratory of the Jackson Institute of Topical Medicines.
In the young principal’s hand was a long porcelain rod, with which, from time to time, he menaced the unconscious feeder, without, however, producing so much as a single shiver of apprehension. For the third time in a quarter of an hour Bevan raised the rod, as though to strike the animal across the nose, and for the third time lowered the rod again. Then, with a sigh, he lifted the little beast by the ears and carried him, struggling and squirming, to a small hutch, put him in very gently, and closed the wire-netted door.
He stood staring at the tiny

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