San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1891-06-08

this hour" retSfr1itd Keppel,, throwing
out his arm. "Come some other time, if
you please. I'm engagedr' AS he ut
tered the last word he glanced at Olym-
pia, and they both smiled with secret
happiness.
every sorry; but are your Mr.. Darke
-Keppel Darker" persisted the stranger,
advancing step or two into the room.
81 am: what do you want?" said the
artist, also advancing, with a frown.
"Pve told you that I'm busy. Isn't that
enoughg'
I'm afraid that won't do in the pres
ent case, Mr.. Darke," answered the
other, standing now within arms length.
"Fact is, l have some very particular
business with you," he added, lowering
his voice. Perhaps you'd better ask the
ladies to step out; it might not be pleas
| ant for them-you understands"
81 don't understand at air. exclaimed
Keppel. "But suspect you have made
some everlasting blunder. I've nothing
to conceal from these ladies or from
anybody. What do you want? Speak
out!"
Just as you please, Mr. Darke," said
the other, drawing paper from his
pocket. Il have a warrant here for
your arrest.
Dear me" calculated Mrs. Raven.
| Olympia, we really must
Keppel lifted his chin and laughed.
.My arrest" he repeated. "You have
come to the wrong place. | owe nobody
! anything. You owe me an apology"
"This isn't an action for debt, Mr..
Darke," returned the stranger gravely.
"It's a serious thing, sir; couldn't well
be more So You're acquainted with
Mr.. Harry Trent, aren't you?"
| Eyes"
seen him lately, haven't you?"
81 saw him last night at his new
house. What of it,"
| The stranger fixed his eyes upon him.
"Mr. Trent was found dead in his study
this morning" he said, speaking slowly.
japanese dagger with a carved handle.
And it is my duty to arrest You on sus-
picion of numbering him."
Darke closed his lips, and his chest
heaved. His face, after moments pal
lor, flushed red. The officer watched him
narrowly, and now second officer APP
peared in the doorway. In the rear of
the studio Mrs. Raven had dropped into
a chair and was emitting hysteric cries.
Darke slowly turned until his eyes rest
ed upon Olympia, who had remained mo-
tionless and mute.
do you believe it," he said to her.
mo" she answered in a whispered
voice, drawing in her breath.
"Then no matter for the rest. am
innocent Take your mother home"
She came forward with her arms out
stretched, but he waved his hand.
"Not while l am suspected" he said.
at won't last long. This comes at
strange time, but I'm glad we under
stand each other"
"Oh, it's an outrage!' she cried pas
sionately, striking her hands together.
"You suspected of murder, and murder
ing him! He never did it!' she went on,
addressing the officer. "You have no
right to arrest him. l love him!'
my orders, miss" the officer replied
with sigh, producing pair of hand
cuffs from his pocket. I'VE hope it'll
come out all right, of course. But the
formalities has got to be gone through
with. Hold out your hands, if you.
please, sir"
There is no need of those" said
Darke, with an involuntaryss hiver. II
shall not try to escape. 1t is as much
my interest to go as yours to take me-"
Come, sir, we're wasting timer ex-
claimed the other sharply. Here,
Tom" The second officer came forward;
in moment the handouts were on
Darke's wrists. "Inquest's for today"
he added, "and | call it good job!
You'll go before the grand jury this
week, and in ten days We'll have you in
dicted, if they don't let you off! Step
out, sir. Good day, ladies'"
And Olympia, standing horror strick-
en-, saw her lover hurried from the room.
CHAPTER III.
| TRIAL AND SENTENCE.