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CHAPTER XVII.
FOUND.
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mingled. His eyes glOWed, his fingers
slowly clenched and unclenched, his
nOstrils slowly expanded, he fairly
crouChed, like bloOdthirstY tiger poised
for a spring upon its unsuspecting prey.
He had guessed the identity Of the
strange spy who had so annoyed, SO per-
tinaciously Swallowed him. He did not
positively know it-he did not recognize
any familiar feature, only, as the I'M
specialized eyes came into full view, a
dashing intuition, shreWd surmise pro-
jectcd the tumultuous, overwhelming
query-''can this man be Ray Webster
diSguised?"
The more Arnold Dacre thought of it,
the more certain was he of the accuracy
of his conjecture. He reflected deeply
for some moments. Then he went into
the tavern again. He proceeded straight
TO the landlord with whom he had made
friends before. Birds of a feather, the
one an apt fieecer of customers, the other
q deft feecer of outsiders, they were con-
genial spirits in any scheme Of fraud or
cunning.
The eVer-e f1icacious money bride was
brought into immediate requisition.
Pressing ten dollar bill into the fat
palm of the avaricious boniface, Arnold
OdCfe Salu CrdIGlly.
"Pll double that to have a sample of
the handwriting Of your boarder up
stairs-the blue-spectacled man."
En-" projected the landlord, "you
will? Well" with a chuckle, ''you shall
have it."
He proceeded to the desk IN one corner
Of the room. From it's depths he pro-
cured a dusty, time-worn blank book
'HaVen't kept a register for ten
years, " he grinned to the watching Da-
ere. Guess I'll begin now. Here. you
register"
Arnold Dacre wrote his name. Sew
eral other guests followed. Sitting back
in the shadow, Dacre started expectant-
iy as the blue-spcctacled man appeared,
and walking up to the landlord, asked
him if he could wake him at earliest
horse for little trip into the country.
''Certainly, certainly" assented the
landlord heartily. ooh, by the way,
Mr.
Graves, George Graves" supplement-
ed the guest.
sGood. Would you mind registering?
You haven't yet Thanks"
Without thought of intrigue, the
pen, and dashed off the required
record. Then he went up stairs to his
room again. Arnold Dacre fairly sprung
to the register. He surveyed the last
written line it bore with eager, scintil-
lant eyes.
ut is he-it is Websterl George
Graves, or any other assumed name, l
would know his hand writing anywhere.
He has signed his death warrant.'
Yes, it was Ray Webster. There could
be no doubt of it now.
81 want to talk with you," spoke
Dacre eXcitedly to the landlord.
The latter led him to q retired room.
Arnold Dacre had resolved to take no
further risks. He ordered horse sad
died at once He was going to leave,
but first did the landlord want to make
$50?
Did he! The avaricious eyes sparkled
gloatiugly.
''You know the man who Just signed
the register?"
Yes, George Graves
He is no more George Graves than I
am"
Mop" uttered the landlord, surpris-
eddy.
"No."
''Assumed nance"
"'EXactly."
$'Then-"
''He is an escaped convict. for whom
the State offers $50 reward"
What luck! and I'm to have it?"
at you follow my directions Yes.
Make no noise about it, but send the
consta bles to nab him and lock him up.
I'll be back tomorrow and identity him.
Can l rely on you?"
Fifty dollars? Well I should re-
mark calculated the landlord.
One hour later. two constables were
led to the sleeping apartments of the
tavern by the landlord, and were given
whispered instructions. They reap
peared an hour later. They had found
the inmate of room II asleep. Intoxi-
Gated, too, it seemed. for they had to
fairly carry him to the jail, where he
now was, a safe prisoner. He had made
no resistance
very good. Wait till my friend Mr.
Dacre returns tomorrow. and I'll tell
you who he is. Keep him close" ordered
the landlord.
Arnold Dacre had braved the terrors
Of a dark ruttv road, despite the char
coal burners warnings. He dared not
delay. Too much was at stake
1t was just daylight, when, after
arduous exertions, he located the cave as
described in the duplicated verbal de-
of the DESTROYED document.
He penetrated it and lit his lantern.
He had memorized the charcoal burners
message. Step by step he followed it.
Progress tailed with the directions.
He reached cavity in the rock. His
heart beat high. Here was the climax
of hope, or the depths of despair. He
extended bis hand within the orifce 1t
closed with thrill over soft, compact |
substance.
With widly-beating heart, he drew
it into view. With ringing cheer of |
the most extravagant delight, he seized |
it.
He had found the precious missing
package. at last.
CHAPTER XVIII.
AT BAY.
1t was found at last-recovered intact,
in the possession of the man who had
so sinned in striving for 1.-THE precious
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