The Press., 1889-08-29
THE SECRET OUT.


 Look sharp. CATHcART.
 This was the wording of the telegram I re- ceived one wet, ugly night last December, l was sitting in my little snuggery back of my office, before blazing grate, with my feet in slippers and my body in warm dressing room. had mug of hot punch and cold mince pie on the table before me, along with an uncut novel and genuine Havana, with which intended to regale myself presently. And although had very strong anxiety to secure Jorlette, it must be confessed that l was altogether too comfortably situated to relish going out into the cold that dis1nally dirty night ss
 This telegram was from my chief, who, might as well say, was a detective, and had followed that thankless and precarious busi- ness for several years. People considered me very successful in working up difficult cases, but was never quite satisfied with myself wonder if any man ever isa
 This same Jorlette had given us a great deal of trouble. We had never had 50 keen1y cunning aspirit to cope with. Strategy was matched with strategy, diplomacy with diplo- macy; and scoresof times, when we were sure of him, he had slipped from under our fingers like flea and left us wondering how he man. aged it.
 Perhaps it would be well to explain that Pierre Jorlette was murderer, upon whose head was set price of 22, 900 by the crown. A Frenchman and nobleman by birth, a gen. tleman by education, he had when very young married beautiful English girl, with whom he passed two years of unalloyed hap piness At the end of that time some fearful shadow came between them-none knew of what nature-and the inhuman husband stabbed his wife to the heartl Her confden- loI cooIk k,o off ,T,f to save the life of her mistress but Jorlette fell upon her with savage ferocity aud left the two corpses lying together side by side. ! These are the facts as briefly as can state them to you. Of course there were many minor circumstances not worth recording, as they have little bearing upon the short story am writing. @
 It seemed from this telegram that Jorlette was to be on the 7:30 train. I wondered how Cathcart had got his information, but he had armies of spies constantly working for him, and probably some of them had made the discovery.
 I had only to follow instructions.
 For the hundredth time l took Jorlette's photograph from my pocketbook and exam ined the features of gthe murderer. It was singularly handsome face that saw-clearly cut, with large hazel eyes shaded by long, dark lashes, mouth delicate and sensitive as woman's, high, rather narrow fore head, half hidden in clustering curls of au- burn hair, form rather spare yet well knit, and hand symmetrical and rounded as woman's
 The picture would have answered splendidly for that of a sentimental, sonnet making poet-but for murderer it was dead fail ure. Nevertheless, somewhere in the past, before crime had scathed him. Jorlette had sat for it.
 changed my slippers for boots and got myself inside my fur oyercoat, stuffed q valise with brown paper and backing brushes, that l might appear a respectable ta'ayeler, and, looking at my watch. found had just time to reach the station.
 The train stopped ten minutes for refresh ments, and, taking the guard, who was an old friend of mine, sufficiently into my confi- dence, was given an opportunity of looking through the carriages previous to the start ing of the train
 It was full train, but, singularly enough, there was not a red headed man on board of it Jorlette was red headed, and, aside from that circumstance, he had face which I flat tered myself could not readily mistake. As stood irresolute, and feeling very much as if had been fooled, there came toward 1 me from the dining room an individual, tall and spare, with slouched hat, white era | vat, huge piece of game pie in his hand and this person had red hairl And dark eyesl 5
 watched him closely. There was cer- tain dogged, skulking look about him; he would not meet my eyes, and he walked off i to the extreme end of the platform by him. self, and remained there munching his pie until the last bell rang; and then he hurried | on board with the air of one who felt that a great deal depended on his getting seat. | 1 was convinced that he was my man, though he was not altogether like the photo graph. Still, faces and photographs differ a great deal, since to the picture there is little expression and no expression-and do moi the characteristics of face depend more on |: color and expression than a mere outline of 1eature9
 He entered carriage No. I'll, and at hint the guard put me in the same van. There were three persons already there beside my pie eating friend and myself. An elderly gentleman, who was reading The Time! wrong side up. and holding blandly over it fascinating columns; a pair of rural lovers lounging on each others shoulders and dis cussing peppermint drops together; ane presently we were re-enforced by an old lady in very prime bonnet with brown ribbons and bearing luggage in the shape of birt cage, basket with a cat in it. an umbrella and very large carpet sack.
 i. Jorlette had produced another section O pie, and was demolishing it vigorously Seemingly he enjoyed it. Well, suppos even murderer may enjoy eating pie.
 Just as the train began to move the doc opened and young lady came hesitatingl. forward You know what helpless creature women are on their feet ina bouncing, sway ing railway>car, and this young beauty wa fallen, but put out my arm and caught her at the same time offering her the unoccupie seat at my side.
 She biushed rosily, thank me in the sweet est voice had ever heard and sank down ol , the cushions, covering my knees with pillow of rufling and ringing, making me feel well, not many removes from the gates Q
 Paradise
 A lovelier face had never seen The skin was clear and fair; the mouth sweet, sensitive and little sad; the eyes dark and melting, and the beautiful dark, brown hair, which hung over shoulders in the prevailing style was soft as floss silk, and rippled like the bosom of meadow brook when it flows over a bed of pebbles
 But so lost was l in contemplating the charms of this fair creature that suddenly remembered I was not Hooking sharp,n al Cathcart had ordered me, and turned tt regard my unsuspecting Jorlette. .as If criminal he was very self possesset one. He had finished his pie and was pick ing his teeth with quill and sfurtively re garding his boots, which, by a peculiar tight ness and stiffness of look, judged were ney