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said, with dogged desperation, ''with all th;
rigmarole, Mr.. Lightwood, or whatever you
name is. 1t seems to me you are simply ray
ing. III am Iot my cousins heir, who is
tell me that!"
'sHis daughter" q" said the man, quietly.
''He never married, and he never had
daughter"
''His daughter, an infant twelve or fot1
teen months old, sailed to England with him
was shipwracked with him, but saved by
special Providence, and has since been ivin
in this place under the name Of Matt Jones'
''Your intended bride, you know" adde
Marshall, with an insinuating smile. ''Hullc
where is the young lady!"
Monk looked round toward the dog-car
and on every sides but Matt was nowhere t.
be seen. .eGr
q sec her go-into that thcer cart" sait
William Jones
''Call Ecr," cried Monk. ''I'll stay N
longer here. Listen to me, you two. Whethe
you arc telling erath or lies, tLat girl is go
ing to become my wife-I have her guardian;
consent, aId she herself, may tell you, fully
appreciates tie honor I am doing her."
''Indecd,' said Mr.. Lightwood, smiling
''Unfortuaately I, as Miss Monks legal ad
wiser, must have say in tho matter Doubt
less this marriage would be very pretty ar
rangerlent for keeping the late Colone
Monks fortune and property in your pos
session, Lut I cannot conscientiously ap
prove of the young lady's marriage to al
assassin"
''An nas$assin:-what-wh do you meanr
gasped Monk, staggering as if from blow
''Tell him, Mr.. Marshall"
"An right, sir. Well, you see, Mr.. Monk.
of Monkshurst," continued the detective
grinly, yet playfully, 'syou're &C used Of
1aaking away with-murdering, IL facts
young gentleman who came to Aberglyn a
few weeks ago in that little house OF wEecls:
and this nice friend Of yours there he agaiu
slapped William Jones on the shoulder is az
cused of being your accomplice."
"No, 20. I never done It'll I'm inno-
cent, I amp cried William Jones' ''Tel
'ern, Mr.. Monk, tell 'em-Td nowt to do
with it."
Silence, you fool,' said the OTHER; then he
added, turning on bis accusers, s'You are
couple of madmen, l think! know nothing
of the young man you speak of I have heard
that he is missing, That is all; but there is DO
evidence that any harm has come to him, for
his body has not been found"
Here Marshall turned with q wink to VII,
liam Jones, and nudged him in tho ribs.
'Don't you think, now," lie asked, sit
might be worth while looking for it in that
little underground partor Of yours, down
alongside the sea:'
Wiiam Jones uttered a despairing groan,
and fell on lis knees.
I'm ruined!" "he cried. "Oh, Mr.. Monk, it's
your doing! Lord help mel They knows
everything"
Course you, hold your tongue!" said Monk,
with look of mad contempt and hatred.
''Thesc men are only playing upon your fears,
but they cannot frighten mcn
''No!' remarked the detective, lighting his
cigar, which had gone out. II think we shall
even manage that in time"
As he spoke he carelesSly, and as if mad
vertently, drew out pair Of steel handouts,
which he looked ct refectiXslx thEsMI nm andd and
Monk, trembling Violently. 81 warn you to
beware, for will not suffer such accusations
without seeking redress, If you have any
proof Of the truth Of your preposterous
charge, produce it."
At this moment Matt, looking bright as
sunshine, leaped out Of the caravan
s'There's my proof" said Marshall. Miss
Monk, this amiable bridegroom Of yours de-
MES being concerned in harming Mr.. Charles
Brinkley. Is he telling the truthE'
Matt's face darkened, and she looked at
Monk with eyes Of cordial detestation-
tsNlo - che cold Chefs 1yinrn
''Matt," =" cried Monk, fercely, take care"
"He's lying" she repea:sd, not needing
MIN. "I sec him do it with my own two
eyes, and see William Jones helping him
and looking on; they thought that nc one
was nigh, but was. I was hiding behind
them sacks and barrels in the cave"
Monk now felt that the game was almost
up, for he was beset On every side, and the
very ground seemed opening under his feet.
The wretched Jones, in state bordering on
frenzy, remained on his knees waihng over
his own ruin. The two strangers, Light
wood and Marshall, looked on as calm but In
terested SPECTATORS. Matt, having delivered
her home thrust of accusation, stood and
gazed into Monks face with cool defiance.
'.It is a plot" Monk cried, presently; IAN
infamous plOC 70 ru1u lue! LOU ASi'o oeoH
tampering, I see, with this wild girl, whom
you foolishly suppose kin to me by blood.
Arrest me, if you please-I shall not take
the trouble to resist, for I am perfectly 1nno-
cent in this matter"
He added, while they looked at one another
as if somewhat puzzled:
GAS to the girls relationship with my dead
cousin, the very idea is absurd Where are
the proofs of her birthright!'
"Here," said quiet voice.
Monk turned his eyes, and started back II
wonder, while William Jones shrieked anc
fell forward on his face. Standing before
them in the sunshine was the reality or the
semblance of-the murdered young 1nan o.
the caravan!
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