The Morning herald., 1877-10-04
, CHAPTER XIII.
THE MURDERER FOUND.

The MChOHhEh CVUNOs
An hour later, Daddy Tabaret, accom-
panied by policeman, proceeded to the
railway station, in search Of the missing
articles mentioned by Miss Nellie Nichol-
son. 10
His researches resulted in what he had
expected. - .,
On Shrove Tuesday there had been
found in second-class carriage an over
coat and an umbrella. In the pockets Of
the overcoat were pair Of pearl-gray
gloves, stained and torn, and . return
ticket, which had not been used.
Phe conviction that had grown upon
Old Corkscrew, in spite Of himself, from
the moment that the money-lender had
opened his eyes to the vices Of Noel, had
become gradually strengthened by q
thousand circumstances. Whilst speak
ing to Nellie Nicholson he had almost felt
convinced-but now he was appalled, at
the overwhelming evidence that crowded
upon him. ..'
The one prevailing feeling in the old
mans mind was that justice should be
done. To protect the innocent ,and arrest
the guilty had become with this strange
being the instinct of his life. With the
scent of the bloodhound, with him was
also added its honesty.
The struggle was terrible. In his lonely
life the roots of strong affection had
struck deep; and now, moved by sense
of duty, the one pervading feeling of his
life, he was about to tear away this sole
abiding love, that had borne to him such
bitter, bitter fruit.
II dare not spare himv' he murmured,
as he clasped his weary head in his hands.
"No, no; though it be my death as we'll as
his, dare not spare him! A higher pew
er than any will of mine tells me to speak
the truth, and, like Abraham Of old, even
though that the sacrifice must be my
adopted son, that sacrifice shall be made.
Oh, Noel! Noel! other crimes only speak,
but murder shrieks aloud, and must.
sooner or later, call down the certain JUS
tice. And yet-and yet I loved the boy
so well"
The struggle was fierce, but the decision
was decisive as it was heroic; and, for the
sake of others, the old man buckled HIM
self to do his duty, and, once resolved
upon his course Of action, took the field
at once.
Monsieur Daburon WAS in earnest con-
versation with the Count de Valcourt when
this appalition appeared before him. The
magistrate had informed the Count Of the
death of Madame Gerdy,which had occurred
that morning-ths poor woman remaining
insensibls to the last-and also Of the
revelation made by old Lerougs.
The door of the room was burst sud-
denly open, and q shrivelled-up figure,
with q livid face, stood upon the threshold.
What . change! For moment, even the
keen eyes Of the magistrate failed to
recognize the features Of Daddy Tab
aret.
With hagga1d eyes, and hands appraised.
hs advanced upon Monsieur Daburon
without perceiving that the room had an
other occupant.
"Nonsieur," he said, in tones 90 I'm
usually impressive that tho magistrate
though accustomed to these sudden in
roads on the part Of his eccentric friend
pushed back his chair, and regarded hin
F.! with surprise-"Mensieur, at last / IN
not deceived! Dontspeak!-dont speak
Alas! there is no longer room }fos dQnhl
sod the .nlur1aser 10 foundF'
| "Found!" ...
"Don't speak!-dont speak, or I shal
break down! In mercy to me, let me 81
| through the task have set myself to do
The man-the assassin, is--is"-he paus