Iuka reporter., 1889-10-03
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The Rended Veil.
BY NATHAN D. URNER.
CHAPTER xvIu-Continuea.

But both Hank and were forgetful of
displaying our detectives shields, while the
excitement of all three of us served to cre-
nte misapprehension of our object among
both policemen and bystanders, and be-
fore we could reach the coveted corner a
confused and questioning mass of men
swept in between us and it.
moment was lost in swearing explain
ing, expostulating, exhibiting shields, and
the like, and, when we found our path
once more comparatively interrupted, our
man had disappeared as absolutely as
though the cellared pavement upon which
he had been standing had opened and
swallowed him.
We continued our search hither and
thither, ina fever of haste and vexation. but
without success. The bird had flown.
Well met again, gentlemen" said a
pleasant voice at our elbow as we stood
together few moments later, angry and
disconsoate, on the street corner Some
thing of fire here, is there not?"
We turned and stared. especially Doc and
l, considerably dumfounded.
1t was Jocelyn!
Affecting not to notice our confusion, he
made few more agreeable but common
place remarks, directing them, / thought,
more especially toward me- as though to
good-naturedly put me at my ease on the
score of my awkward mistake when last in
his company at The Aspens. He also
mentioned that he occasionally had bust
ness in Broad street. said that he was on
his way to the next Harlem train, and
wanted to know if he wasn't to have the
pleasure of our company on the cars.
Before could signal him to silence,
Doc blurted out that it was not our inten-
To, So f@11
ing day. after which the steward touched
his old slouched hat politely and took him.
self Off
Who is that party?" said Hank Dresser,
with much abruptness, and even before
Jocelyn's back was well out of view.
Mr.. Miles Jocelyn, formerly my grand
fathers steward, and at present my guar
dian, replied Doc. why do you ask?"
Because if he'd been dressed little
different, said Hank, thoughtfully, I'D
have sworn that he was the identical old
party that l saw come out of No. 13 with
the little boy when l was on the watch for
TIC Marchmont chap"
Doc and stared at him and then at each
other without saying word for, to tell
the truth, our bewilderment and mystifca-
ton had reached that accdblement, as the
French would say, which defed even the
lellel OF interJeculOnal uttefance.
Nothing else occurred during the re-
mainder of the afternoon and evening.
On the following morning. at eleven
o'clock, we were once more resuming our
search in the Stock Exchange. 1t was at
least hett-l rewarded than upon the pre-
vious day.
Look therel' suddenly exclaimed Hank
Dresser, directing our attention over the
many -hatted, noisy, vociferating, and bois-
ferrous mob of stock-gamblers that was
swaying this way and that between our
rather retired position and the elevated
stand at which the quotations we're being
bawled out from time to time. There!
isn't that our man once more?"
Where? Which way?" gasped Doc and
in the same breath.
"Yonder Just below the caller-m making
notes on the crown of his hat-next to that
big man who's yelling himself red in the
face! Wait till he lifts his face. There!
What did tell you?"
We saw the man indicated-it was un-
questionably De Marchmont once more.
Be wary now, called out Hank, in his
glad, deep whisper. "Do you two steer
straight through the crowd toward him,
keeping your heads well down, while
rkirt around and get between him and the
hall door"
We nodded. and at once we were all upon
the move.