Waterbury evening Democrat., 1889-07-19

S~'~A0eA UAAo oPy DuO Citho AO AIthu uAoPpOu behind limb and was hidden.
 He knew not at first whether 1t was the detective in the flesh, or his spirit re- turned to drag him down to Hades, and in either case 1t was bad enough to mako him shiver.
 Fancy his feelings-so close to this Russian bloodhound who was on his track, doubtless armed with all the pa- pers necessary to take him across the water to the most terrible doom that could befall a man, and besides which, death at the gibbet or guillotine lost it's terrors-a life in the salt mines of Sibe- ria for tremendous political offenses against the Czar.
 Satisfied, apparently, that he had been mistaken in thinking that he had heard @ noise, the man resumed his work of writing, and Capt. Grant gradually raised his head again.
 For ten minutes those tiger eyes were glued upon the detective. Then the soldier began to descend the tree with the agility and noiselessness of cat. Once upon the ground he stood and shook his fist upward, muttering low words which contained terrible threats. Turning, he vanished from view among the trees beyond the mill, and in about the same place as where the two women had seen him disappear on that other evening, when they could not tell whether it was Roger Darrel or some one else, the two men being of the same build and the atmosphere decep- tive.
 A couple of hours later Capt. Grant | once moro appeared upon the scene. In his hand he carried Q large can of coal oil, stolen from some neighboring farm ] house. His object was apparent, he in- tended to destroy the mill after all, and, | If the thing were possible, to get rid of the detective at the same time. For some time he glided about in the lower part of the mill. Not a light was to be seen, for Carol had returned to her room i'll the dwelling, and her mother had closed the blinds in h63over story, so that she might be undisturbed in her occupation of reading old letters from her husband.
 The Captain used dark lantern, and in short time had everything arranged. A slow match was ignited that would take a certain length of time to burn, and during that time he meant to secure the detective in his room. Escape by means of the window was out of the question, for 1t was only small bull's-eye opening, and even a much more slender man than the Russian detective would have trouble in passing through 1t.
 Up the stairs crept tho would-be mur- derer with the stealth of Q burglar. His ears were on the alert for any sound, but nothing was to be heard save the heavy breathing of the sleeper in the little room.
 All this while the slow-match he had lgnited down below was slowly creeping toward the oil-saturated rags and chips, which, once blazing, nothing could ex- tinguish. Capt. Grant little knew what danger he was mourning, and the terrible trap he was about to enter.
 Reaching tho room in which the Rus- sian detective lay sleeping, having thrown himself upon the cot without un. dressing, the man-devil looked in. The candle still burned. but dimly from want
 of snuffing. and as the door was open he
 saw that the key was on the inside.
 To remove this to tho outside was his
 first care. This hc accomplished without
 awakening the sleeper, and then all wa!
 in readiness for the culmination of hi, ] plan, but he could not resist the tempta tdon to creep across the little room ant
 gloat over his enemy once more befor'
 the fire cremated him.
 How his eyes gleamed as he glaret
 down upon the man who hunted him s' long, and whom his knife had failed t, kill. His breath came hard, as thougl
 excitement reigned within, and his ham
 unconsciously sought the weapon in hi n pocket. s...
 At this instant, however, the righ
 hand of the detective suddenly shot up
 ward and clutched the throat of the sol
 dier, and at the same time he threw him
 self upwards.
 XAo two of them went over with