The Kimball graphic. (Kimball, Brule County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1905, 1884-08-01

want any scandal or noise. We mighs
lose the Others and with that he whis-
pered q few words to an attendant and
drew back into the crowd.
The examination of Lady Jones bag
gage was completed, everything was re-
packed, and the party proceeded toward
the train. just as they passed the re-
freshment room, a railway guard came
up and touching his cap said. ""The
station-master has reserved youa com
partment. Please come this way
Glow uneommonly civil of him, to be
sure!" cried her ladyship. II suppose
it is to make up for this annoyance. /
am really much obliged"
Within five minutes the two ladies
were slowed away in = carriage by
themselves, and the door securely
locked. Presently the train ran out Of
the station up the hill to Folkestone
town and Lady Jones, who was rapidly
recovering her equanimity, after a few
CALCULATIONS of delight at being home
again, composed herself to sleep in q
corner of the carriage.
But fresh annoyance was in store for
her. At Folkestone town station the
carriage wa unlocked and three men
got in; n of them, to Lady Jones' in
dignation and dismay, was Mr.. Hop
kinson. with his black bag, which he
kept on his knee.
"You mustn't come in here" she said
loftily; "this carriage is reserved spe-
cially for me. 1 am Lady JONES'
80, are your replied the other. 1t
is time YOU should know who 7 am
My name"
"Tm sure / don't care to know"
"My name is Hopkinson. T am
chief inspector of police from Scotland
Yard"
We'll" said Lady Jones, still bold,
but with much inward misgivings, II
really do not understands"
"By this time my man will have ar.
rested your two confederates-your
friends who helped you in trying to
keep me out of the train at Paris. I
knew them all along.
MY friends! Inever met them be-.
fore this morning. Why, Idon't even
know their names!"
"That won't do. You know as we'll
as 1 do that they are Phelim Cassidy
and Thaddeus O,Brien, American
fenians-"
Gracious heavens!"
"With whose connivance you have at
tempted to convey dynamite into Eng
land--a nice little lot of Atlas POWDER
in slabs, too, for convenience in pack
ing"
"Ideny it most positively! IL"
Cease is too strong against you.
Why, the stuff was found in your pos
session, and / have it here in my bag;
enough to wreck the whole train"
Lady Jones shrieked. =.
"Do you mean to tell me that there
is dynamite here in this carriage? O,
do please throw it away"
"The conclusion would certainly ex-
plode it, and we should all be blown to
kingdom come. Don't be frightened;
you travelled with it all the way from
Paris, and would have carried it on to
London yourself.
81 Ssh you 1 know nothing of all
this. I am Lady Jones, the wife of Sir
John Jones Of Harley street. Millicent,
help me to explain to him who I am"
The detective shook his head doubt
fully.
cit may be as you say; but I don't
quite see my way. Wait till we get to
London. If you can prove your iden-
tlty, at any rate you may escape being
locked up; the magistrate may give you
bail"
With this cold comfort Lady Jones
had to be satisfied, and in dire terror
and discomfort She made the rest of the
journey to London. Hopkinson, it
must be confessed, had already made
up his mind that it was as Lady Jones
had said; but he choose to keep her in
suspense.
On reaching Cannon street the guard
brought hima telegram. The detective
read it with strong symptoms of disgust.
Slipped through my fingers! Just
when 1 thought 1 had them, too! IT'S
the very mischief. What shall I do
next?"
After a pause of deep thought he
turned suddenly to lady Jones.
"Do these men know your London adj
dress! Yes! Well, if you will assist us
now, | think I can promise that nothing
more shall be said about this unfortun-
ate affair. But, first, you must be secret,
silent as the grave. Can I trust you?
And this young lady?"
Miliicent and Lady Jones answered
in a breath, promising to be more cir
cumspect.
"My idea now is that these scoundrels
only planted the stuff on you, hoping
it would pass unnoticed; whether
it did or not they would know
by the morning papers, which would
be sure to publish an account of the
seizure of dynamite. Well" went on
the detective, mo one must know a
syllable Of this; there shall be nothing
in the papers, OF anywhere. To-mor-
row or next day they will call at your
house to recover their small parcel, ex-
planning that it slipped in among your
rugs by mistake. If they do, we have
them; do you understand? And will
you help?"
Lady Jones only too gladly assented.
That night the house in Harley
street was practically in the possession
of the police. Sir John entered into
the spirit OF the thing; gave his hall
porter a holiday, and installed Hop
kinson disguised IN his place. On the
third day the dark American called,
sent up his card. and was given the
dynamite. As he left the house his
redheaded companion joined him and
both We're arrested before they had
turned the next orner Their trial,
with the examination of Lady Jones,
was one Of the events of the season.
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