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The keeper followed him, and hur-
riedly unlocked the door.
Once out in the corridor, he led the
way to an adjacent cell.
Arthur Wyrne followed.
Evidently the day of retribution was
not far distant.
A step forward, and Arthur came to
halt, pale and trembling like leaf.
The door of the cell at the end OF
tho corridor stood open, and Arthur
saw DR.. Farmenti bending over the
PROSTATE form of q woman, in one
hand sharp riding-whip, with which
he was ruthlessly raining blows upon
bis helpless victim.
One bound-a muttered execratiou-
and Arthur Wyrne caught the villains
uplifted arm in on iron grasp.
"Strike one more blow, you cowardly
ruffian!" he said, in low, tense voice,
and I will take your miserable lifeP
Farmenti flashed about, glaring
upon the unexpected intruder with
Wild. bloodshot eyes.
He glanced toward the door. The
two brawny keepers stood without it,
resolu:ely barring the way. Arthur
Wynne wrenched the whip from the
villains hand, and grasping Farmenti
in q firm grip laid it about his shoui-
ders with telling force.
The keeper rushed to the still figure
of the girl upon the floor, and lifting
it in his arms. bore it from the cell.
He laid the limp form down upon a
sofa which stood in the hall, and then
returned to Arthur's side.
The detective having administered q
sound whipping to the writhing Far
menti, lifted a grim, white, resolute
face to the keeper.
ga strait-jacket, quick" he COM
manded. The keeper understood; and
O smile lurked slyly around his mouth
rs he obeyed the command. With the
help of the two men the detective soon
encased DR.. Farmenti in "strait-
jacket" threw him down upon the bed,
and locked him into the cell to ponder
over the changing fortunes of this
changeable world.
Arthur Wynne stopped over the pale
face upon the sofa, falling back with a
CRY of Joy. 1t was indeed Ruby, his
Ruby; the lost was found; the dead
alive again. She came back to con-
sciousness after a long time, during
which the young man grew faint at
heart with the horrible fear that she
was dead.
She opened her beautiful eyes; they
fell upon his face.
"Arthur!" was all that she could say.
No word of love had ever been spoken.
between the two-no words were
needed.
"My own little wife," he murmured,
fondly.
She slipped her little cold hand into
his, and a golden silence fell upon the
two for brief space, broken by the
voice of the kind-hearted keeper.
IF you please, Mr.. Wynne," he ven
tured, softly, 1--WE ought to be going.
We are not out of his power yet, you
see."
"You are right" said Arthur. "Order
carriage at once, and I will take Miss
Lawrence to my own house. Ruby, you
will Gomez" turning swiftly to meet her
longing gaze.
II will send for Mrs. Chillngworth.
She has stood by you bravely, although
acting part before the world, in COM
pliance with my plans as detective. But
she loves you, all the same, and will be
q mother to you"
A carriage was soon ready, and Ruby
placed within; Arthur seated himself
by her side; and so they were driven
away, and saw the last forever of DR..
Farmenti's retreat for the insane.
Buby lifted her grateful eyes to Ar
thurs face.
"Thank God, she murmured, broken
ly, "and-you"