Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1860-12-22
Mr.. Reg's face turned deathIy pale.

What" he whispered, 'sths Detectiye?"
"The same" rejoined the Tomtit, with an
expression plainly denoting his agitation.
"Mhe or what should bring him here alone, /
eeltheI know nor can guess-Beg, keep this
from the boys, they are savage enough now,
but II they should find out the truth, Icouldn't
control em. They would tear this man to
pieces, but, Beg, that mustn't be; they must
be led of; for il would be the worst thing VET
to Kill him; he would be missed as sure as
preaching" = - -
"ls this the one who has been trying 50 long
to find our Nest?" inquired Beg.
1.-The very same" replied Tomtit. "You
know the State government has offered a re-
ward Of over fve thousand dollars for the dis
coyery OF our whereabouts, and this Duffy has
been sneaking around trying to find us, not so
much for the possession of the reward as some
private aim; he amt a regular Detective, or he
might be led of; years ago he was on our track.
L have been Watching him all along, designing
TO finish him when good opportunity offered,
but the wiry scoundrel msnaged to escape me:
he may disguise himself as much as he likes.
he can't cheat me-"
afresh.
"Of course he is; that fstness isn't real. He
thinks he's unknown to me, but I'll paw him
off yet" rejoined the Tomtit, with silent i'm
Precation. ''Ill get rid of him, but it musn I
be done here. Now then Beg, listen: Fetch
me lantern, and the key of the You un-
derstand me "
Beg hooded his head, and few off with aIac.
rity. No one entertained a greater admiration
OF the Tomtit than that gentleman: he re-
garded him with the same Difference a dog
would show to his master, and was cOntente3
as long as he could testify his seryile affection;
he quickly returned with the lantern and KEY,
and to his great surprise found the burglar
chief absorbed in the contemplation of the
miniature OF young girl, seemingly some
seventeen years of age, and of surprising love-
illness, aud heard him muttcr: 'He cerfainEv
hdS good cause TO hate me, bit I trOuld h1pe
spared HIM had he kept array from tie Nest.
No'r, howerer, eh0s rushed upon htS doom. 1"
Then becoming aware of Beg's presence, the
Tomtit hastily thrust the picture in his bosom,
and, turning to the inn-keeper, whispered
Let me out by the back door, Beg"
"All right" was the quiet response.
''Not a word to the boys mind; if they miss
me, tell 'em I've gone to bed,'
The Tomtit, with this parting caution, made
his exit from the door, which Mr.. Beg held
open, and walked rapidly off.
The faithful custodian of the Burglars Nest
stood for a few minutes listening, till the re-
treating footsteps of the burglar chief had died
away in the distance; then he carefully closed
and relocked the door, and returned to the bar.
there to muse over the surprising and startling
disclosures which the Tomtit had made to him
1t was one of those remark able circumstances
that sometimes happen in real life, that Mr..
Detective Duffy should have unconsciousIy
blundered into the very place he had been
searching for vainly the past two yesrs As
ne sat quietly eating his supper he little dreamt
that a few yards off stood figure which, the
mere sight of, would have moved him to an
absolute frenzy; and we'll it might,-for there
was story connected with that figure a tale
so heart-rending, so terrible so revolting,-of
faith broken, of hospitality abused of wrongs
perpetrsted, of an idOlized daughter consigned
to wretchedness,-that it could not have been
passed over. 1t had left its impress on the
care-worn features of that old man, discernible
in every lineament; his gray eyes seemed to
fash with the same spirit,-of deep, absorbing
revenge.
And now those two men were about to no eet
the Detective known to the Burglar, the
Burglar unknown to the Detective-tO engage
in desperate game, the issue Of which was to
be death to one or both. Intelligence and
honesty were to be pitted against cunning and
crime. What was TO be the result of this fear
full struggle and thirst for vengeance, we shall
be able 70 see in our next chapter.
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