The Bozeman weekly chronicle. (Bozeman, Mont.) 1883-1889, 1886-10-13
FIVE MILLION POUNDS
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BY 4. WEMxss REID.
CHAPTER XIV.

YORK, exclbeQ ana elaUeQ Dy Lne great uAS-
covery had mada. A letter from Harding
awaited me, in which he told of the steps he
was taking for the purpose Of finding Greg
SON Through the celebrated detective Max
Bielslzi Re believed that be might at last get
on his track, though the chase would un-
doubtedly be difficult one did not go to
bed until | had answered the letter and
given Harding full account of my visit to
the hall / concluded by imploring him to
come to mp AZ once, if that were possible, so
that we might advise as to the next meas
ures to be taken.
"A gentleman is waiting to see you, sir,
down stairs" It was early the next morn
ing, while | was at breakfast in my private
room at the hotel, that received this init
nation.
do you know his nameP
@No, sir; he would not give me his name,
but he said ! was to tell you that he came
from Mr.. Harding"
"Show him.up at once.
The stranger was a short man, with pow
erful frame, clean shaven face, and bright
eyes that seemed to see everything at once.
"Beg pardon, sir, for intruding." he said,
addressing me with business like air; II
you WISH ~ HSSfS ANJ
name spread over the house, for you see it
is rather well-known name now, sir; am
the detective Mr.. Harding has been employ
ing on your account believe"
@Mr Bielski?"
@Yes, Max Bielski at your service, sir.
He pullel a note book out Of his pocket and
opening it continued; II understand you
want to meet with party of the name of
James Gregson, aged about thirty, tall and
fair haired Well, Mr. Fenton, don't be
offended, but must tell you at once that
that description won't give me any help in
finding the man. You see, sir, there are
thousands of tall, fair haired men of thirty
walking about the streets; as for the name,
you may be sure that Mr.. Gregson is not
Mr.. Gregson now, If he has any reason to
wish to keep in hiding. You win have to
tell me something more
"But l am afraid that is just what | can
not do"
%Well, wen see, sir. You must excuse me
putting you through your catechism, Mr.
Fenton. 1t must be done if I'm to lay hold
of your man."
And in surprisingly short space of time
Mr.. Bielski had made himself the master OF
all ths particulars, good, bad and indiher-
ent, which knew about Gregson, including
even the story Daisy had told me. When |
told him of the photograph of Daisy l had
picked up in the railway carriage after
Gregson left it, he at once asked me for it.;
and-very reluctantly, for it was the only
portrait of my darling which | possessed-l
parted with it to him
At the end of an interview of three-quar-
ters OF an hour the detective pulled out his
watch, and rising hastily said: II must be
off, sir. I've just time to catch the express
back to town"
"But are you going to London TO find
Gregson7 Ny own opinion is that you'll find
him somewhere about here
"That is my opinion also, sir; and no
doubt If ha2 three months to spare could
Law heavy wager that l should nab him
in this very city of York before the end Of
that time But you see, sir, it is a matter of
life and death; and single day might make
all the differences; so must follow the safe
clew you have given me, and not the uncer-
tain one.
"And what is the safe clewl"
"The time about which Gregson landed in
England from Melbourne This is all have
to go upon. l must track him down from
that hour to the present. Good day to you,
sir.n And in another instant he was hurry
ing off to catch the ten o'clock express to
town
The remainder OF that day spent in con-
sultation with our solicitor, and in awaiting
the arrival of Harding. He came to York
by an evening train, and pressed my hand
affectionataly when we met upon the rail-
way platform.
@What do you say, Harding; shall we ap-
ply to the home secretary at once on the
strength of the discovery of the strychniaP'
aNo, we must wait Don't look disap-
pointed, my dear fellow. As soon as / re-
ceived your letter this morning hurried off
to Belmore's chambers and was fortunate
enough to get five minutes of his precious
time Indeed, believe he gave me fully fif-
teen minutes if the truth must be told.
read your letter to him and asked him his
adyice. Il should like to consult Grange be-
fore say anything was his answer"
"You mean the Judge"
@Precisely. Our one hope yor know, is in
the Judge 1t will rest with him in the end
whether there is to be ap"rdon or not; and
Belmore, who knows that I'll his sympathies
are on our Sld6, 70 duAAOuS ~ thAo LIN alOuE
with us in every step.
Accustomed as had been to see in judge
only the awful being clothed in medieval
costume, who dispensed life and death,
liberty and slavery, from the Judgment seat,
| could hardly real 2, the fact that such a
man should be iuii of active human SYM
pathy, even on behalf of fellow creature
whom h had just doomed to thu gal.ows.
So it was, however.
@Well," continued Harding II had note
at four o'clock from Belmore to say that
Grange was very much pleased to hear of
this discovery, which would of course need
to be properly authenticated; but that some
thing further must be OBJ ained-something
If possible tending to break down the evil
aence as to motive-before any steps were
taken at the home office You see it is not
a Communication of the sentence that we
want-it is a free pardon"
eyes" answered, feeling depressed and
disappointed, for had thought that all our
troubles were at an end now that we had
discovered the strychn:a, II suppose we
must go on, but confess that seem to be
at the end of my resources"
"Now, my good fellow, you must not give
up in despair Let US wait until we have
caught Gregson Who knows what he can
tell us7"
sat in gloomy meditation. -Four precious
days had already passed. Il is true that
they had not been wasted; but Daisy still
lay under her awful doom, which was
hourly drawing nearcr to her. heavy
sigh broke from my lips.
Harding, evidently anxious to divert my
thoughts, asked me to tell him all the par
ticulars Of my visit to the hall, and COM
piled with his request
"Have you got the memorandum book you
picked up in the room Flinter had been
usingl"
eyes" said, and threw 1t across the
table to him.
He opened it and looked at it long and
carefnily. Alasi Nothing was to be made
out Of it Page after page was filed with
hieroglyphics like the following:
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