The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1869-02-26
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FOULPLAY.
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BY enAs. READE AND DION BoucIUAULr.

Now that is too bad,' said he. 80
much for her dovelike eyes, that you
admired 80. Miss Innocence has stolen
that profile.'
Stolen! she bought it-ofme.'
why, she never said a word
NO; but she looked a look. She ask
ed me, with those sweet implorinG
eyes, might she have it; and l looked
yes; then she glanced towards you, and
put down note. Here 1t is.'
why, you beat the telegraph, you
two! Ten pounds for that thing! l
must make it up to her somehow
Il wish you could. Poor girl, abe is
81 lady every inch. But she is in love
with that Penfold. Pm afraid 1t is a
hopeless cHse.'
Il have seen palmer. But hopeless
1t is not. However, you work your
way, and I'll work mine.'
But you can't; you have no MAZE
rails
NO; but Ihave found door that may
lead to Materials
Having delivered himself thus mys-
teriously, he shut himself up in obsti-
nate silence until Helen Rolleston called
again. two days afterwards. She
brought bag full OF manuscript this
time: to wit, copies in her own hand
writing of eight reports, the Queen ..
Penfold. She was in good spirits, and
|
ports were somewhat more favorable
than the two she had left; and she was
beginning to tell Mr.. Undercliff he was
quite right in his recollection, when he
interrupted her, and said, 'All that is
secondary now. Have you any objec-
ton to answer me question:?
She colored; but said, %, no. Ask
me anything you like;' then she
| blushed deeper.
How did you become possessed OF
those two reports you left with me the
other day?'
AT this question, so different from
what she feared, Helen cleared up and
smiled, and said, From Mr.. Hand, a
clerk in Mr.. Wardlaw's Office; they
were sent me at my request
The expert seemed pleased at this re-
ply: his brow cleared, and he said,
| Then I don't mind telling you that
those two reports will bring Pentold's
plainly, Miss Rolleston, your newspa-
per extracts-ARE FORGERIEs.'
CHAPTER LX
'FoRaERIEsn cried Helen, with inno-
| cent horror.
| FRANK FoRGERlEs,' repeated the Ex-
'Forgeriesv cried Helen. why, how
can printed things be that?'
That is what should like to know,
said the Ola laOy' .
why, what else can you call them ?
said the Expert. They arc got up to
look like extracts from newspapers.
But they are printed as they are, and
were never in any journal. Shall tell
you how I;found that out p:
IF you please. sir said Helen.
"Well, then, looked at the reverse
side and found seven misprints in one
slip, and five in the other. That was a
great number to creep into printed slips
of that length. The trial part did not
show single erratum. 'Hullo! said !
to myself; why, one side is printed
more earthly than the other.' And that
was not natural. The printing OF adj
refreshments is looked after quite as
sharply as any other part in journal.
Why, the advertisers themselves cry
out if they are misprinted
80, how shrewd !" cried Helen.
1Child's play , said the ent Expert 6p
looked ut the edges, and they were cut
too clean. A gentleman with pair OF
scissor can't cut slips out OF paper IKE
this. They were cut in the printers
office. Lastly, on holding them to the
light, 1 found they had not been ma"
chined upon the plan now adopted by
all newspapers; but worked by hand.
In one word-fOrgeries"
'Oh!' said Helen, ito think L should
have handled forgerieR, end shown
them to you for real. All! I'm so glad;
for now l have committed the same
crime as Robert Penfold: have uttered
Il forged document. Take me up, and
have me put in prison, for ! am rs
| guilty as ever he was.' Her face shOne
with rapture at sharing Roberts guilt.
The Expert was little puzzled by
sentiments so high. flown and unprac-
tical.
i think said he, you are hardly
aware what a valuable discovery this
may prove to you. However, the next
! step is to get me a specimen or the per-
sons handwriting who furnished you
with these. The chances are, he is the
writer OF the forged note.
Helen uttered an exclamation that
was almost Il scream. The Inference
took her quite by surprise. She looked
at Mrs. Underclif1.
lie is right, think said the old
lady.
the next step in the inquiry is to do
what said. But that demands great
caution. You must write short civil
note TO Mr.. Hand, and just ask him
some question. Let me see: ask him
what newspapers his extracts are from,
and whether he has got any more. Dc
will not tell you the truth ; but no mat
ter, we shall get hold of his handwrit-
ing
but, SIR said Helen, there Is no
| need for that. MIR. Hand sent me Il
note along with the extracts
THE deuce he did, All the better. Any
words in it that are in the forged note =?
Is Penfold in it, or Wardlaw p
Helen reflected a moment, and then
said she thought both those names
were in it.
Fetch me that note,' said Underclif,
and his eyes sparkled. He was on
hot scent now.
And let me study the genuine reports
and compare what they say with the
| forgedsOnes,' said Mrs. Undercli6.
%, what friends 1 have found at last"
cried Helen.
She thanked them both warmly, and
hurried home, for it was getting late.
Next day she brought Hands latter
to Mr.. Undercliff, and devoured his
countenance while he inspected it
keenly, and compared it with the
forged note.
The comparison was long and careful.
could not conscientiously say whether
Hand had written tho forged note or
not, There were pros and cOnS.
we are in deeper water than l
thought said he. The comparison
must be enlarged. You must write as
I suggested. and get another note out
Of Mr.. Hand
| And leave the prayer book with me,
said Mrs. Undercliff.
Helen complied with these instruc-
lions, and in due course received q
civil line from Mr.. Hand, to say that
the extracts had been sent him from the
country by one Of his fellow clerks, and
he had locked them nm. lest Mr.,