The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1892-05-08

MY villainym said Hetheridge. He
painted and trembled still and the sick frost
still had possession Of his heart. but he was
master Of his own resources once more. The
fight was one for life or death and no au-
daclty could harm. my villainy-that is
a strange beginning, Mr.. Dom"
Whatever shred or latter of doubt had
existed in Dom's mind before he had ac-
costed Hetheridge in the street had been
swept away for ever.
He answered sternly.
"Xou will find it useless TO eduivocate.n
Describe the villainy," said Hetheridge,
with puzzled air and with a touch of an
ger as we'll as Of bewilderment in his tone.
Give a name to it,"
Murder is its NAME" said DOM 81 de-
nounce you as the murderer of George Red
wood"
You denounce me-" Hetheridge began,
but Dom cut him short
81 denounce you as the murderer of
| George Redwood at Upnor in the October
| of 1859
my dear SIR" cried Hetheridge, "this
passes patience. Was it to make this in-
sane accusation that you waited on me this
morningm
Dom rose to white heat within, but
! kept passably cool on the outside in face of
this astonishing effrontery.
You play to save your neck " he said.
Very good. 1t is natural that you should
play bold and cunning game. Do you
know George Cashmore"
He put the question with disconoertiag
suddenuess and watched like hawk for its
effect.
"No," said Hetheridge. "Inever head of
| the man"
THAT" returned Dom, "is what George
| Cashmere said of John Hetheridge, though
he and John Hetheridge were the same"
II am sorry TO see you qualifying for
mad house at this rate" HetHeridge an-
swered, scornfully.
Wait a moment" cried Dom, land
| listen to me- l will bring a score of wit
nesses to swear that you threatened George
Redwood's life. will bring two men to
| swear that when you were lost in the AUS
tralian bush, you hid your name from the
men who rescued you. | will prove that
you reached Wellsted on the day after the
murder. will prove that for two years
you can give no account OF your time that
can be corroborated. l can prove you
knew the man whose name you passed un-
| der In England. saw your face when you
| heard that name called out seven years
after the murder. know that not another
man in the world had a grudge against
| George Redwood"
And thenp' said Hetheridge "These are
| all interesting circumstances, doubtless,
and some Of them are true enough. Do
you consider what you are doing. Mr.. Domg
| You are bringing the gTavest charge known
to the law against a man whose character
| has never been impeached till now. How
do you suppose that magistrate will re-
| ceive your statement IL you are SO very ILL
advised as to give me In charges"
He melted like wax before a surprise, but
he was adamRnt to stand a seige. He had
never in his life held oil his faculties better
in command than he did now. His GOODNESS
foiled Dom altogether and filled him with
80 bitter a sense of impotence and exaspera-
tio91st for q moment he could find no
my Door dear friend. George Redwood
Hetheridge continued, twas murdered by
| Freedman, a man who bore your name. as
you have reason to remember. That man
was known more or less to every inhabitant
or Upnor."
"You were that man" said Dom.
my dear good mailman, let me ask you,
how it came about IL l were that man, that
l visited Upnor only day or two after the
murder and was not denounced. Every
| body who knew the man, knew me. Why
have 1 gone scot free all these yearss"
because of your own Internal cunning"
said Dom, choking with discontinue and
wrath.
| "Of course =" said Hetherldge, nursing his
ankle In both hands and looking Dom quite
| steadily in the face. "Of course. the ques-
ton stands ahsurdly outside the limits of
discussion, but If it pleases you we will SUBJ
init the whole thing to arbitration. We
! will call in, let us say, the landlord, who
knows me very we'll, and you shall tell your
story. IL he believes it you shall give me
in charge, and If he doesn't believe 1t. you
shall allow me to present you at Bedlam as
q person unfit to be at large" %
"What know" erie d Dom, starting to
his feet, 81 know. / have seen guilt in
your face. Twice have seen II. There
was plain confession there tonight l
will track you yet. l will trace every day
| of those two hidden years. I dedicate my
| life to that task, and / will spend my last
| farthing on It,"
my dear friend, " said Hetheridge, totally
| unmoved on the outside. at matters little
to me what purpose you devote your life to-
II you go on as you are doing it will very
shortly matter very little to anybody"
| "You devilish liar and impostor," cried
Dom, falling back upon his native tongue
again In the extremity Of his anger
| "Plait-n, monsieurn said Hetheridge,
with sardonic GOODNESS. "You see ,phe said,
81 know a word or two of your delightful
language, Mr.. Dom. | don't pretend to
any serious knowledge of it. but l find
| whole understand a little now and then.
| Perhaps on the whole 10 might not be amiss
| il we were to say Good night You may
| be as clever as you please, and as cheeky as
you please, but offer no blackmail"
| Dom felt his own impotence too keenly to
| prElong the struggle.
~God is just" he said. "All will be known
| in his good time"
| He went away checked, dispirIIed and
| seeming aged by dozen years, as he crept
from the hotel which he had entered SO con-
| fidently.
But at that very hour Nernesis was astir