New Ulm weekly review., 1885-03-18
done the parcel and laid bare a small tin

!
It had lid which was easily opened.
Inside were number of slabs of a
whity-brown, sugary looking substance,
which might have been tenth-rate choco-
late OF indiferently made "toffee.
'Some sort of sugar." said Lady
Jones. Glow odd! I cannot i'm
agine-''
'It's just what I expected" said q
quiet voice behind. ''Hand it over,
Mr.. Saunders, this is my affair"
What, Mr.. Hopkinson, are you
here?"
Every much on the spot this time, I
think, Mr.. Saunders. Now ma'am-to
Lady Jones" where are your other
friends ?"
''How dare you speak to me-" she re-
piled hotly, recognizing her old enemy
of the train. Il am Lady Jones'"
OF course, all right" replied the man
called Mr.. Hopkinson. "But there,
he went on, half to himself, we don t
w1nt any scandal or noise. We might
lose the Others" and with that he whis-
pered 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 you com
partment Please come this way"
"How uncommonly civil of him, to be
sure!" cried her ladyship II suppose
it is to make up for this annoyance. J.
am really much obliged"
Within five minutes the two ladies
were slowed away in a 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 few
CALCULATIONS Of delight at being home
again, composed herself to sleep in a
! corner of the carriage
But fresh annoyance was in store for
her. At Folzestone town station the
carriage was unlocked and three men
got in; one 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. am Lady Jones'"
30, are you?' replied the other. It
is time you should know who 1 am.
My name"
"Im sure don't care to know"
MY name is Hopkinson. I am
chief inspector of police from Scotland
Y ard"
well" said Lady Jones, still bold,
but with much inward misgivings, II
really do not understand"
'FBy 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! never met them be-
fore this morning. Why, Idon't even
know their names!"
''That won't do. You know as we'll
as do that they are Phelim Cassidy
and Thaddeus O'Brien, American
"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"
II deny it most positively! IL"
Case 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.
tDo you mean to tell me that there
is dynamite here in this carriage? O,
do please throw it away"
"lhe concussion 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.
II assure you know nothing Of all
this. 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.
1T 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-
tity, 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 him telegram The detective
read it with strong symptoms of disgust
Skipped through my fingers Just
when I thought had them, too! IT'S
the very mischief. What shall I do
next?"
After pause of deep thought he
turned suddenly to lady Jones.
"Do these men know your London ad-
dress! Yes Well, if you will assist us
now, I think I can promise that nothing
more shall be said about this unfortun-
ate affair. But, first, you must be secret,