The New Bloomfield, Pa. times. (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1877-188?, 1881-01-11
CHAPTER VIII.


Webber did not take cab. He felt
desire to walk free and alone in the early
morning air, hugging himself with the
idea of the clever way in which he had
trapped the suspected man into his con-
fldence. Nevertheless he was fearfully
fatigued his head was heavy, his eyes
were burning, and all his limbs ached.
Strange it was that, though Webber
was completely exhausted with the long
nights watch he had maintained over
his victim, he experienced no desire for
sleep. He was thinking to himself,
Sivory is at my mercy-as certainly
my prisoner as though had got war
rant against him, and the handouts
were on. He shall betray himself-he
shall speak. With the money L have
won, and backed by my lords promises
to help me il 1 want more money, can
live his life-partake of his pleasures
follow him step by step-and sit oppos-
ite him at an hotel-table. And 1 can
hire brougham, too; for if I can win
money one night can another.
The air had already done him good,
and he went forward lightly and spring
lily, like man anticipating pleasure.
He knew Margaret was waiting to see
him; she knew that Webber would
come direct to her when he left Lady
Pauline's.
She had not been to bed, but she had
changed her evening-dress for the gown
in which she was habitually clothed.
She looked terribly pale and worn.
AS he came in, Weber nodded, and
then, both sitting down, he made Mar
garet acquainted, even to the faintest
particulars, with all that occurred after
her departure, up to the moment when
Weber took his eyes off Austin Sivory.
These particulars were uttered in
very rapid voice. Suddenly the words
came slowly and carefully; he was de-
failing, not what had been accomplished
but what was to be done.
"Once agree to meet Sivory as often
as can bring you together; and then
of course, need not tell you that you
must take fresh lodgings. Will you
authorize me to find you rooms ?"
"Yes."
"What part of London would you
like 2"
"It matters very little. All you have
to do is take the rooms, and let me
know the address,"
You shall have it this evening"
No nj
even of the smallest details when prose
cutting his business as q detective, went
to secondhand uniform shop near st.
Mary's Strand, and bought couple of
travelling trunks, which still bore the
railway tickets of half the capitals in
Europe, and which had evidently be-
longed to a person of some consequence.
These he filled with whatever he found
in the shop that would be useful-a
dressing case, with crest on the lid,
one or two expensive walking sticks,
some exquisitely fine linen, and some
very fine and scarcely worn clothes.
He felt that these portmanteaus would
serve his purpose well, showing that he
had recently been travelling. Calling a
cab, he drove to the Charing Cross Ter
minus, had his boxes carried to the
waiting room, and then, a quarter of an
hour being passed he declared to the
luggage-room porter that he had chang
ed his mind and would remain in Lon
don. Whereupon, another cab was
called, the driver of which, if asked any
questions, would naturally say that he
had taken up his passenger at the
Charing Cross Terminus, where people