Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1888-05-02

But these-these pictures which followed!
Couldi it be that oil the subscriptions took
the form of paintings! Or what was this
delicate Moro, fit for royal gallery, doing
here2 And that possible Murillos That
portrait which might have been by Velas-
| quez! That San Sebastian that was at least
by apuF:l Of Caravaggio7 My head reeled.
1passed my hand over my eyes and looked
again. It was not q delusion. There, the
canvases lay one on the other, their edges
strangely rough, their corners frayed-cat-
vases worth kings ransom.
The other roll was full Of odds and ENDS,
valueless, but equally strange; picture backs
and rough pieces of cloth and opened letters.
Among these last saw, with scarcely dny
added wonder, envelopes and letters direqed
to omyself. ~,.....
| LIDO not understand" said feebly, ldok-
Ing from one guard to another. They hadall
turned to me to see how took their Ais-
coveries. "He told me that he was CaI1st
"A spy sent here to bribe the troops. But
what are these doing herea do not under
standn
atgho told you-and whatT' cried the
leader. ,S u. i
"Uent! Client told me-" and then Estop-
ped Idazed and bewildered. Two or three
laughed; the officer, gazing flxedly 81 me,
I did not. met his gaze vacantly; thsn my
eyes wandered to the corner and felIupon
poor Jock. A mist passed from my tnind,
my brain cleared; spoke aloud and sharply,
HE has fooled US ALL" said, ''you as well
as me! am not Client. am Rouse Lynton,
the artist. He told me"-
"Whol whoa who7' cried the officer, with
fierce impatience.
"Clent, the man whom you want-the man
In No. /. He told me that he was Carlist
In danger of arrest. I gave him my passport;
took his room and he mine. What is it he
| has doneF'
"Doner' cried the man, stamping about the
room in furious rage. "Can you not sect
BE is robber of museums captain Of a
gang! Done, blockhead Of an Englishmanl
Madre de Dios! did he not kill a civil guard
at Valladolid ten months ago? He Is now
German, now an .Englishman. He Is the
devil himself, whom, for all that, We had net
ted finely but for you! Yet, fool that / was,
feared something when the dog obeyed
you"
remembered that had read in the Eng
iish newspapers Of picture robberies in vari-
Dus parts Of Spain, in which it was supposed
that German was engaged. By this light I
| understood it all. The mans terror when ]
4 discovered him gloating over the Spagno1
letto which had been stolen from monastery
at Seville; his letters from distant dealers;i
his studied appeal to my sympathics; hisI
greedy reluctance, which had thought pure
unselfshness, to part with his spoils; even the
casual "job" which had made him master of
my ESQ! understood them now. Yes, had
this been all-had Jock not been lying bleed
ing in a corner-I would have let the man 60.
As it was, I cried out to them, ''Quick! I win
tell you where you will find him! He will
make for Almonacid You know the placer
"Did he tell you that also!" asked the officer
scornfully. ..'...
"No," exclaimed, II had it from one of
bis gang in the street-one who took me for
him as you did. Almonacid is. their rendez-
vous. You are watching the railway station
here2 Yes. Then be sure he will make across
country for Almonacid, which is only mile
from Torrijos station on the other railway"
There was sense in my words, and the
police saw it. The ring Of scowling faces
round me frightened. A few hasty sentences
were exchanged, and an order was curtly
given, and in two minutes the officer and his
following trooped down stairs, no doubt to
get to horse and start after the fugitives;
leaving me in charge of couple Of town
police, who good naturedly helped me to do
what could for Jock. Jock was not dead,
nor going to die, am glad to say, Of that
\ wou@i. although he walks lame to this day,
the bullet having cut the eendons at the root
Of the fore leg.
When found that this was so, began to
be sorry that had betrayed Clients trust,
though in fact he had never trusted me- ~
wish that had not spoken so soon," said to
one Of my guards as we sat over the brasero,
wondering what was doing at Almonacid.
sIt is i'll work standing behind kicking
mule" he answered dryly.
"But second thoughts are best"
He considered this; then said briefly: 'The
last orange the frost nips"
The full meaning Of which only came home
10 me next morning. About 10 o'clock the
officer of police came clatte1ing up the stairs
to discharge me from custody. He told me
politely that owing to the amends I had
made no notice would be taken Of my vain
attempt to mislead justice.
"Vain attempt! Vain2 Then you have
captured him9"
"No, senor."
"No He has escaped" cried in aston
ishment.
"Hardly; he tried" replied the Spaniard,
meeting my eyes with smile. HE was shot
In the scuf1e.n
"Dead7' said family
I"Yes, senior, quite dead"
Then knew for certain what the words,
No aqui! Despuesl r'Not here! After
wardr0 had meant. And shivered.