The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1892-06-19
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! the means he used, but the case was extra
ordinary and not to be dealt with by COM
mon methods
Listen to me, " he said, pausing suddenly.
at is part of the punishment ordained to
you that you shall tell me everything
| What motive had you for that cruel MUIR
der?"
Hetheridge tried in vain to answer. but
finally stammered out u few disconnected
| and unmeaning words.
| Tell me the motive of your crime, - Red
| wood repeated, sternly.
Hetheridge. trembling with superstitious
horror. uufolded all his story. Redwood
dragged it from him scrap by scrap, until
at length the truth stood revealed In naked
ness
/ II am quite broken" Hetheridge resumed
at the finlsh quite broken. | ought to be
a young man still, aud look at me. You
| might have mercy on me now; for Gods
sake, don't haunt me any longer. Have
pity. Let me die in peace, shan't be long,
| can't I've long"
If it were not for one thing" Redwood
responded, erny. ~ would have you
hanged like q dog. II could surrender
| you to the fate you want without soiling
your daughters name. l would drag you
back to England and force you to confess
| sion."
mo, no, MOI screamed Hetheridge.
Give me time. Let me have little time.
! must have time to repent. l must have
time to make my peace with heaven"
You go scot free" said Red wood. Using
unconsciously the phrase which Hetheridge
had found delightful years ago, and in
which had lived 50 bitter an irony in all his
latter time, Your child's name shall not
be despised by any public rumor OF your
crime. You are free Go; carry your
own punishment with you to the grave.
If you can repent, repent, but let me see
you no more"
He cast the door wide open and pointed
to it with commanding hand. Inc AFFECT
misery arose, still clutchIng by instinct the
precious handbag in which ell his worldly
belongings lay. He crawled feebly to the
door. and down the staircase, pausing twice
to look baok. He disappeared at the turn
ing of the stairs, and Redwood, falling on
sofa, hid his face in both hands.
1t cost him an hour or two to recover
from the agitation into which this singular
interview had thrown him. A bath in
singing cold water and complete change
OF ralmenJ seemed necessary to purify him
from the faint the mere physical nearness
Of his fathers murderer had brought him.
He had not broken his fast since leaving
London, aud even now the food he tried TO
swallow seemed to choke him; but he man.
aged to eat little, and having finished his
pint of wine. he put on his hat and gloves
The winter night bad fallon, but the streets
were ablaze with light and brisk with many
passers to and fro. He had walked but
minute or two, when O loud and excited
voice arrested him. He looked up, and
found himself in the immediate neighbour
hood Of the general post office, and there,
with a curious crowd about him, was a
burly Englishman, vociferating in voluble
but absolutely lncomprehensible phrases
French lnterlarded with English
Redwood recognized the voice and the
burly shoulders as belonging to Sir EuS-
tace Wyncomb. He dashed across the
road, and found the baronet engaged in
wild colloquy with a gendarme, whom he
held firmly by both shoulders, and who
CAPPED and stared at him without UNDER
standing so much as single word.
"Sr Eustacew cried Redwood. "Whet
is the matterl Can l be of service to you?"
Great heaven, Redwoodm cried the
baronet; that you should arrive at such a
moment passes everything. | have just
seen your fathers murderer, the villain who
called himself Andre Dom. | new him in
a second; he was just starting 10 drive away
in cab. l dashed at him, but he cried out
to the driver l hung on for minute, but
| had nasty fall at last. l should have
known MIN anywhere among million.
could swear to him. l collared this fellow,
the first policeman | could come across, but
can Z MAKE nun UNDERSTAND.
He nas wild with excitement, and now
that he had time to observe him, Redwood
saw that he was mud from head TO foot,
and that one ungloved hand was bleeding.
Where are you staying, Sir EuStace9"
he demanded.
AT the Belle Vue HOTEL" the baronet
answered.
"Let me call you a cab" said Redwood.
II will call upon you in an hour. Better
I Cxryith nd aha l,vfvo
full description of the man. 1 will write it
out in French aud have it transmitted from
the police station here by wire TO every
port and railway station. You are sure of
the manr'
"Surep' echoed Sir Eustace. LAS sure as
am of my own existence. l tell you I'd
sA ear to him among q million"
The crowd stood round, wondering and
| jeeriug.
George called a carriage, and the two were
driven away.
NOW tell me what the man was like"
Sir Eustaoe described Hetheridge to the
| life-bent, paralytic. bearded, the eyes de-
| Tended by google glasses.
He spoke in French" he cried, and l
could swear to bis voice as we'll as to his
| looks. He knew me, too, the villain. If l
had found him in a Christian country I'd
have had him by the heels in Jail by now
There mas been great lapse of time, "
| GeOTR9 urged, desperately. III q matter
of such consequence there must be no mis-
| take"
"Man alive" cried Sir Eustace, with i'm
! patience. There can be no mistake. tell
| you the scoundrel knew me. He got back
into the corner of the carriage the second
went for him. l heard him speak my name
under his breath, and then he shrieked out
| like parrot in his own jargon, and the
| fool of cabman drove on without under
| standing what | said to him. l tried to
open the door to get in, but Pm not so
| young as used to be, and it caused me a
nasty tumble. l was within an ace of being
| run over"
The cab was arrested at the entrance Of
Sir Eustaces hotel, and George assisted him
to alight.
You have nothing more to tell me be,
fore go?n
Nothing more, except that the black
guard was we'll dressed. He wore u seal
skin coat the like Of which l should think it
a sinful extravaganza to buy. Now, don't
loose a minute, lad, and if you want FOR
money, come to me. I'd spend thousand
pounds willingly to run that fellow down. "
II will be with you in an hour George
answered, land in the meantime will COM
mu Icate with the police. Drive me-" he
called to the driver, as he entered the ve-
hIcle, ito the Central Station of Police"
''Do you know the lingop the baronet
bawled to him, as the driver touched his
horse.
Eyes. yes" he answered, wait for me