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thing more about him that may interest
vOu," spoke the landlord, with covert
grin.
What is that?"
Yesterday he sent little fellow from
here with a letter.
"A letter." repeated Dacre interest
eddy.
Eyes, the boy delivered it. 1t was at
a lonely hut down Ridgetield way"
Arnold Dacre's eyes flashed eagerly
"He brought back an answer. When
it came, you see, we couldn't deliver it,"
"Why not?"
"Ha, ha! our specialized gentleman
was in jail, see?'
Then you still have the letter."
YES
"Where is iu?"
'Here"
The landlord handed over a missiye.
1t was addressed to mfr. George Graves,
Deepford." Evidently, Ray Webster had
written to Mrs. Alden at the lonely cot
tage concerning Flora Mcrwyn, and de-
tailed his plans, and asked her advice.
Without ceremony or conjunction,
Arnold DaCre opened the scaled en-
vclOpe.
Eagerly he scanned the enclosure.
1t read:
Flora is perfectly well. 1 compelled TO
tell her all. She has implicit confidence in
your plans, but begs you to be careful and
wary OF the man you are tracing-a shrewd,
heartless villain
Thanks" muttercd Arnold Dacre,
with a grim, bitter smile. That means
me? Now them" to the landlord, 'can
you tell me where this lonely hut isl"
Yes" and a brief direction followed
Arnold Dacre reflected for a few mo-
ments. Quick thoughts came to his
ready mind
He had located Flora, she was in
charge of Mrs. Alden, unprotected
alone, except for her guardianship,
Like general marshalng his forces
I before battle, the cashier arranged the
various complications in the case in
hand. He held the advantage in every
way. He had the fortune, could he, by
Subtletv, force or fraud, win the girl?
Evidently, a clear. bold, plan was
suggested to his mind, and he acted upon
it. He looked up at the fox-eYed
boniface.
''Do you want to make hundred dol
lars?" he asked.
me? | should say sou
Every well. Didn't you tell me yes
terday that you were justice OF the
peace"
81 was, once. Yes"
Not now?'
"No."
Dacre's brow clouded. Then he con-
tinucd:
at don't matter-You were authorized
to perform marriage ceremonies"
''Certainly."
"YOu could strain a point, and per-
form one now, couldn't yOu?"
But it wouldn't be legal"
GLOW is an ignorant person to know
that? Once Justice always a Justice,
ha. han' and Dacre slapped the hesitat-
ing boniface Familiarity on the shoulder.
Come, it's cash. Saddle two horses"
'All right. l reckon you wouldn't
lead me into any trouble"
Not a bit of it.
An hour later both men drove from
the tavern in the direction of Ridgefield.
well, where now" queried the land
lord.
ITO the place where the boy took the
letter." answered DaCre.
Mrs AIden's huU?"
Yes"
Every well, only"
the town iail?"
"Oh. that will keep until l return"
They proceeded down the traversed
highway. At point several miles
ahead, they diverged. The way was
tOrtuOus and difficult. Dusk was falling
as the landlord halted finally.
There you are" he announced.
''What? Mrs. AIden's cottage?'
Eyes"
81 don't see it,
THAT light straight ahead
sob, yes. Now, you walt here, will
you?"
Certainly, I'm under you orders"
Arnold DaCre diSmOunted, and made
his way through the tangled underbrush
towards distant point of light
He advanced more cautiously as he
came upon the vine-cmbOwered cottage
whittier Ray Webster had conveyed the
bankers prosecuted daughter a few days
previous.
It's door stood open, and a lamp with
| in illumined the living room of the hum
bic hut
Peering past the threshold, Arnold
Dacres heart beat wildly. Yes, he had
not come in vain-he had not plotted for
empty results.
"A ldlr girl sat dJ laOle SndQlng her
eyes with her hand, and reading.
Her face was pale, the expression sad,
stricken, but resigned
She was alone, and in his impetuous
triumph, the plotter never needed the
sounds of low conversation emauating
! from an adjoining room. With glowing
eyes and arms extended, triumph in his
sinister face, victory in his plotting
| heart, Arnold Dacre sprang into the
room, with the wild, tumultuOus cry
Flora. | have found you at last"