The Morning herald., 1877-09-29
. ~Cah you tell me a xhat hour,1f,, r.,

T. "Cah you tell me a what hourf"
n think sent the letter somewhere be-
tween two and three o'clock."l - , II. j a.
"Thank You. Pray 60 on" ,,, q7, ,,.y
Everything took place exactly as / had
foreseen," continued Glare. .In the even
ing found myself. alone unmatched.
In the drawing-room they were abs sorbed
in music and cards; in tho servants Of
fees the preparations for supper were en-
crossing the minds Of our house keeper
and her maids. Down / crept to the gar
den, q little before the time fixed. I had
succeeded in finding the key to the gar
de4-door, and I set TO work At once to
open it. But the key wouldn't turn in the
lock, which was encrustsd with dirt and
rust. blew into it-rubbed it with my
pocket et-handkerchief- and then used all
my strength to give the key q turn I
gave it up in desperation when nine O'Clock
struck, and Albert knocked. Through q
chink in the panel I told him all about it,
and hs at once advised my throwing the
key over the wall, for him to try-as, Of
course, his hands were stronger than
mine. Try as he might, he didn't succeed
a bit better than l had done, 30 I implor-
ed him to PIT of our :, interview until the
morrow. HS wouldn't hear Of it--what
he had to tell me admitted Of NO delay,
For three long days ihe, had hesitated
about telling me; but he felt he couldn't
keep it from me any longer. He said, If
he didnt tell me, he felt he should 70
mad, Or do something worse-perhape,
destroy himself. We b were talking
all this time through the ehink I told
you about. At 1ast, he got &c impatient
that he proposed climbing the wall . I
implored him not to attempt it. The
wall, as you know, is a very high one, and
the coping is covered with broken glass,
and the branches of the acacias make
quite a hedge upon it. But he only laugh
ed at my fears, and said, that unless I
gave him express orders to tho contrary,
he'd be over in minute. Before could
make up my mind, he had accomplished
the feat, and descended, without scratch
or bruise, into tho garden. The news
he had to break to me was the dreadful
catastrophe that had fallen upon him.
We sat on the bench in front of the
shrubbery; but wh"1 the rain commence
ed, we went for shelter into the summer
house. Midnight had struck when Albert
went away, calmer in mind, and almost
happy in spirits. He left by the Same
way he had entered-only with less diff
Guilty, because persuaded him to use the
gardeners ladder, which l lowered after
be had gone."
This story, told in the simplest and most
natural way possible, astounded Mon
sieur Daburon. He did not know what to
think.
zone question more, Mademoieelle d'Ar-
lange," he said. "Had the rain commence
ed when the Viscount climbed the wall9"
"No; the first drops fell, as I told you,
when we were seated near the shrubbery.
l remember it we'll, because he opened
his umbrella, and remarked to him that
we looked like Paul and Virginia."
"Grant me few minutes longer" said
the magistrate; and, as he spoke, he sat
down at his desk, and rapidly wrote two
letters. =.
The first contained an order that Albert
should be brought, without delay, to tho
Palace of Justice. 0"
The second was more minute. It con-
tanned instructions to the superintendent
to proceed Immediately to the Faubourg
St. German, and examine the wall, at the
end of the garden, belonging to the man
sion of the Dutchess d'Arlange. It ex-
planned that the wall had been twice
scaled, and the traces Of coming and go
ing would naturally be different, especial
y as to the footprints. a. ~
Whilst writing, the magistrate had
struck upon bell for his servant.
3, Here are two letters. Take them to |
he superintendent, and ask him to attend |
o them at once. There, be of! Take
,ab, and don't lose an instant. Stop! il |
7ou can't find the superintendent, inquire
where he is--he can't be far off-and tell |
Tim to see about this business, without |
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Then, turning to Glare, he asked, aHavs
rou kept the letter in which the Visceupt
sked you to meet him9"
"Yes; ]. think I have it in my pocket.
ere it is!' And she handed him a very
IMPLIED piece of paper. .,.
A suspicion flashed across his mind.
Ms compromising letter was very conye-
emily at hand. "Young ladies'" be
ought, "don't usually carry about mis-
yes of this Sort" At a glance, he read
e few lines the letter contained. "No
'te." he murmured; mo address; not
en- an envelopev' =.
Clare was too pre-ocupied to hear him.
le was trying if she could find some
cans to prove that the interview between
r lover and herself had really taken t
ace. .., II
"Monsieur Daburon, )" she said, abrupt
breaking a long silence, ian idea has /,
IT struck me, Very often, when we
ink ourselves most alone, is the very t
ne that we are being watched. Now, I Id
* every precaution that my meeting
th Albert should be known only to our