The Globe-republican., 1892-06-20


sumed the role of an eavesdropper as
might have been anticipated.
To his men he said:
Not q word about this"
That same evening Paxton again Wis
tied the pawnbroker. and secured the
locket containing the picture Of Donald
Wayburn which had belonged to Marion
Oakburn.
The next day when StanmOre dropped
in at the detectives Office as usual, the
latter slyly opened the locket in his
hand, and glanced frequently from the
portrait it contained to Stanmore's face,
as though he was comparing the two.
When Stanmore had gone, Paxton
said in monOlogue.
Twas not mistaken when thought I
made a discovery when I first saw the
picture. The portrait in Marion Oak
burn locket is that Of Mr.. StanmOre,
taken years ago, and though he has
| since changed greatly he cannot change
his eyes. The name Of the original Of
the portrait is written under 1t. That
name is Donald Wayburn, and there
fore l know that Richard Stanmore's
real name is Donald Wayburn. He is
the author of the threatening letter
which I found among John Oakburn's
correspondence. Here is amystery. Has
the Chief of Police who sent this man
| to me been deceived in him? Can it be
| that this man whom have trusted, and
| who has employed me. is really guard
| ing the secret Of the great crime IAN
trying to unearth?"
Thus reflected Paxton, and he added:
Il believe have the gertrude that he
is Marion Oakburn's lover"
Dov%on oopo{Oorod tho cforf1inO md
enigmatical developments which were
now presented to his consideration. and
at length he said, mentally:
Il will see the Chief of Police from
whom Stanmore brought his letter of
recommendation and introduction. The
thought has just occurred to me that it is
possible he may have forged the letter"
The detective acted upon this resolu-
ton forthwith.
He repaired at once to the Office Of the
chief Of the Metropolitan police force,
and he was clOseted with that gentleman
for more than an hour.
When at the expiration Of that time
Paxton left the Office of the chief, he
said to himself:
Il begin to comprehend the matter at
last"
He must have obtained some informa-
ton regarding the man who called him
self Richard Stanmore.
Meanwhile Marion, on the second
night following the day when Stanmore
received her letter, paced a narrow
apartment in a dilapidated building in
the suburbs of Harlem.
To this place she had been removed
by her captors, after their suspicious
were aroused that detective had dis
covered her original prison place.
Marion's thoughts were troubled, for
she was rejecting upon the circum-
stances which had united to place her in
her present unprecedented situation Of
peril and perplexity.
The reflection that the truth unsup-
ported by evidence would not be credited
distracted her.
Before her mind arose vision Of her
arrest, trial, and conviction Of a crime
which she had not committed. and the
cheers of the public as they received her
explanation with cruel derisiOn, rang in
her ears.
mo, no; my story will not be credited.
must not be arrested, now that 1 have
lost the paper 1 took from the Office on
that fatal night. That paper would have
proved my truth and innocence, but now
am doomed if captured"
Then Marion knelt and breathed a
prayer which began with these words:
Father in Heaven, Thou knowest am
innocent"
Fervently she duplicated, humbly she
implored divine help to lead her out Of
the fatal quicksands Of danger and doubt
into which she had unwittingly strayed.
Little did Marion Oakburn suspect
that human ears heard her prayer, or
the soliloquy which preceded it, but
such was the fact.
Every word Marion uttered was heard
by Stuart Harland, who was at that
very moment a prisoner in the cellar
under the room in which Marion was o
captive.
An explanation as to how Harland
became prisoner in the power of the
wretches who were acting as MariOn's
jailers must be given, and we will con-
slider the events which led to his capture.
Stuart was not discouraged by his
failure to capture the mysterious man
who had exchanged coats with him. On
the contrary, he was encouraged by the
fact that he had sighted him once, and
he believed he should sight him again.
Thus it was that after his encounter
with the unknown, where Levi kredge
had struck him down with a cOwardly
blow, Stuart still continued his still
hunt" for the man called "Garnar" by
Pratt and Weeks.
On the evening when Marion's secret
friend had delivered her letter to STAN
more, Stuart Harland CHANGED to enter
lodging house on West street.
While he was in the Office Of this es-
tablishment, Stuart heard a clerk say to
the proprietor, as he took a vslise from
under the counter:
This travelling bag is in the way here
behind the counter. I hardly think the
man who left here will ever call for 1t.
What shall do with it,"
AS he spoke, the clerk placed the trav-
cling bag on the counter, and Stuart
read the name j. c. Garnar," which
was stamped on the side OF the valise.
The young man started as he read the
name of the supposed assassin, and step
ping to the counter, he said.
L think I know the party to whom