The Ottawa free trader. [volume] (Ottawa, Ill.) 1843-1916, 1885-05-30
young gentleman who came to Aberglyn q

young gentleman who came to Aberglyn q
few weeks ago in that little house on wheels
and this nice friend Of yours here he again
slapped William Jones on the shoulderI is ac'
cuscd Of being your accomplish
mo, no. / never done it'll I'm limo
cent, am" cried William Jones. "Ten
'em, Mr.. Monk, tell ENID nowt to dc
with it."
"Silencc, you fool" said the otaer; then he
added, turning on his accusers, "You arc a
couple of madmen, think know nothing
'of the young man you speak of! have heard
that he Is missing, that is oil; but there is nc
evidence that any harm has come TO him, fol
his body has not been found"
Here Marshall turned with wink to VII.
liam Jones, and nudged him in the ribs.
Don't you think, now" he asked, 'ii
might be worth while looking for it in that
little underground parlor of yours, down
alongside the seaF
William Jones uttered o despairing groan,
and fell on his knees
I'm ruined !" he cried sob, Mr. Monk, it's
your doing! Lord help me! They knows
everything"
Course you, hold your tongue" said Monk,
with look of mad contempt and hatred.
''These men are only playing upon your fears,
but they cannot brighten me-"
'Nof' remarked the detective, lighting his
cigar, which had gone out. 81 think we shall
even manage that in time"
As he spoke he carelcssly, and as il mad.
vertently drew out pair of steel handouts,
which he looked at rehectively, threw up and
caught underhand in the air.
"You accuse mo Of assassination" said
Monk, trembling violently. II warn you tc
beware, for will not suffer such accusations
without seeking redress. If you have any
proof Of tho truth Of your preposterous
charge, produce it,"
At this moment Matt, looking bright a
sunshine, leared out of the caravan.
"There's my proof" said Marshall. "Mis:
Monk, this amiable bridegroom Of yours de
MES being concerned in harming Mr.. Charles
Brnkley. Is he telling the truthH
MATHS face darkened, and she looked al
Monk with eyes of cordial detestation.
"No," she said, She's lying"
MATT" cried Monk fiercely, take carer
"He's lying" she repea cd, not needing
him. 81 see him do it with my own two
eyes, and l SEQ William Jones helping him
and looking on; they thought that no one
was nigh, but was. | was hiding behind
them sacks and barrels il 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 Lis feet.
The wretched Jones, in a state bordering on
frenzy, remained on his knees wailins over
his own ruin. The two strans,rs, Light
wood and Marshall, looked ON as calm but in.
terosted spectators. Matt, having delivered
her home thrust Of cusation, stood ann
gazed into Monks face with cool ,tiance.
1T is plot" Monk cried, presently; IAN
infamous plot to ruin mel You have been
tampcring, see, with this wild girl, whom
you foolshly suppose kin to me by blood.
Arrest me, if you pleasc--I shall not take
the trouble to resist, for am perfectly limo.
cent in this matter"
He added, while they looked at one another
as if somewhat puzzlcd
''As to the girls relationship with my dead
cousin, the very idea is absurd Where are
The proofs of her birthriShtF
Here" said quiet voice.
Monk turned his eyes, and started back in
wonder, while William Jones shrieled and
fell forward on his face. Standing before
them in the sunshine was the reality or the
semblance of-the murdered young man of
the carAkan!