Waterbury evening Democrat., 1888-12-12

hotel Then he lighted cigarette anc walked down the steps on to the pier
 Suicide, is it?" muttered MT. Gorby tt himself, as he saw the tall, black figure striding resolutely on, long way ahead ''Not if can help it." So he lighted hi. pipe, and strolled down the pier in an ap parently aimless manner.
 He found Brian leaning over the parapet at the end of the pier and looking at the glittering waters beneath, which kept rising and falling in dreamy rhythm, that soothec and charmed the ear. 'FPoor grill poor girlr the detective heard him mutter as he came up. "lf she only knew all! If she"-
 At this moment he heard the approaching step, and turned round sharply The detec tive saw that his face was ghastly pale in the moonlight, and his brows wriAkled angrily
 What the devil do you wantY' he burst out, as Gorby paused. "What do you mean by following me all over the place9"
 'Saw me watching the house." said Gorby to himself. "I'm not following you, sir" he said aloud. II suppose the pier ain't private property. I only came down here for a breath of fresh air."
 Fitzgerald did not answer, but turned sharply on his heel, and walked quickly up the pier, leaving Gorby staring after him.
 "He's getting frightened" soliloquized the detective to himself, as he strolled easily along, keeping the black figure in front well in view: "l'll have to keep sharp eye on him or he'll be clearing out of Victoria"
 Brian walked quickly up to the St. Kilda station, for on looking at his watch he found he would just have time to catch the last train. He arrived a few minutes before it started, 50, getting into the smoking car riage at the near end of the platform, he lit a cigarette, and, leaning back in his seat, watched late corners hurrying into the sta tion. Just as the last bell rang he saw man rush along, who seemed likely to miss the train. It was the same man who had been watching him tho whole evening, and Brian felt confident that he was following him. He comforted himself, however with tho thought that this pertinacious follower would lose the train, and, being in the last carriage him. self, he kept lookout along the platform, expecting to see his friend of the Esplanade standing disappointed on it. There was no appearance of him. however, so Brian, sink ing back into his seat, cursed his ill luck in not having shaken off this man who kept him under such strict surveillance.
 'D- him!" he muttered, softly. ssI ex- pect he will follow me to East Melbourne, and find out where live, but he shan't if I can help it."
 There was no one in the carriage except himself, on which he felt a sense of relief, for he was in that humor which comes on men sometimes of talking to himself
 Murdered in a cab," he said, lighting a fresh cigarette, and blowing a cloud of smoke. "A romance in real life, which beats Miss Braddon hollow. There is one thing certain, he won't come between Madge and me again. Poor Madgey" with an impatient sigh. eff she only knew all, there would not be much chance of our marriage; but she can never find out and I don't suppose any one else ever will"
 Here a sudden thought struck him, and rising out of his seat, he walked to the other end of the carriage and threw himself on the cushions, as if deSirous of escape from him. self.
 What grounds can that man have for suspecting mel" he said aloud. 'No one knows l was with Whyte on that night, and the police can't possibly bring forward any evidence to show that I was Pshawl" he went on, impatiently buttoning up his coat. ''1 am like child, afraid of my shadow-the fellow on the pier is only some one out for a breath of fresh air, as he said himself-I am quite safe.n
 All the same he did not feel easy in his mind, and when the train arrived at the Melbourne station he stepped out on to the platform with shiver and a quick look round, as if he expected to feel the detec- tive's hand on his shoulder. He saw no one, however, at all like the man Ire had met on the St. Kilda pier, and with a sigh of relief, left the station. Mr. Gorby, however, was on the watch, and followed him at safe dis tance along the platform. Brian left the station and walked slowly along Flinders street, apparently in deep thought. When he got to Russell street he turned up there. and did not stop until he came close to the Burke and Wills monument, in the very place where the cab had stopped on the night of Whyte's murder. :.@.-:
 "AhT' said the detective to himself, as he stood in the shadow on the opposite side of the street. "You're going to have a look at 1t, are youa wouldn't, if were you-it's dangerous = ''-,: '- :
 Fitzgerald stood for few minutes at the corner and then walked up Collins street. When be got to the cab stand, opposite the Melbourne club, still suspecting he was fol- lowed, he hailed 0 hanson and drove away in the direction of Spring street. Gorby was rather perplexed at this sudden move, but without delay he hailed another cab and told the driver to follow the first till it stopped.
 "Two can play at that game" he said, set tling himself back in the cab, "and I'll, get the better of you, clever as you are-and you are clever" he went on in tone of admira- tion, as he looked round the luxurious han som, "to choose such a convenient place for asmurder; no disturbance and plenty of time for escape after you had finished; it's q pleasure going after chap like you in stead of men who tumble down like ripe fruit, and ain't got any brains to keep their crime quiet"
 While the detective thus soliloquized his cab, following on the trail of the other, had turned down Spring street and was being driven rapidly along the Wellington parade in the direction of East Melbourne. It then turned up Powlett street, at which Mir. Gorby exulted. |.
 "Aint so clever as thought" !" he said to himself. .tShows his nest right off, without any attempt to hide it." The detective, however, had reekoned without his host, for the cab in front kept driving on, through an interminable maze of streets, until it seemed as if Brian was de- termined never to stop the whole night.
 Look 'ere, siri" cried Gorby's cabman looking through his trapdoor in the roof of the hanson, Cow long's this ere game a-goin' to larst3 My loss is knocked up, 6 is, aadf:is blessed old legs a-giyin' away under 'imi" 's