The Abbeville press and banner. [volume] (Abbeville, S.C.) 1869-1924, 1893-05-24

I'll get ethsml must get theml !
san see them now!"
"Where2"
I'm building, Never mind, I'll show
you. Order hack. III tell MIN where
10 drive, Mr.. st. Cyr."
But will they let you leave heref'
asked Cole, who saw confronting him the
greatest difficulty yet.
"Why not?'
You have been sick.
That's 30, and they watch mo Ike
was crook with jimmy. You 60 out
and I'll be there soon enough"
Don't say where you're going2"
Don't try to give pointers to me, boy.
part Of it,"
Cole doubted whether the impression
mad desupon the still disordered mind OF
the detective WAS strong enough to en-
dure, and cause him to find his way out
Of the hospital, but he had no other
course to adopt but rely on the chances
Of his doing SO.
Accordingly, be quietly quilted the
place and entered CLOSE carriage IN
which he had been driven from the center
of the city, a distance Of two miles and
more.
The means for purchasing his new out
ft and prosecuting his schemes for his
own yindication, and the punishment OF
the murderers Of Paul st. Cyr and his
fair daughter, had been supplied by
Uncle Jerry" as he still continued to
call the rather wicked old lunatic,
through whose fancied relationship he
had escaped death.
His object in visiting Hyland had not
been primarily the discovery Of the hid
ing place of the missing bonds, but the
restoration to his right mind OF the
brave officer without whose aid he saw
plainly that he was not likely to succeed
In establishing his innocence.
In accordance with his directions the
haekman drove his horses slowly up and
down Harrison street, in front OF the
large county building.
Some time passed and tho shadows OF
evening wore beginning to gather beside
lofty buildings and in marrow passage.
Wsys. Our hero had about abandoned
hope, and was thinking Of some other
way Of securing the corporation OF Hy-
land, when, suddenly, he heard noise.
and saw the detective running toward
the vehicle.
An instant later he had thrown open
the door, the officer had entered, and the
carriage was being driven rapidly away.
'To the South Side" said Hyland,
laconically.
When that splendid driveway, Michi-
gan avenue, was reached, he gave more
specific directions and indicated build
ing on q business street only two blocks
from the house where he had received his
wound, q fortnight before.
Arriving there, they at once quilted the
conveyance and ascended to the third
floor which seemed to be rented out for
living apartments. =,
The detective produced q key, with
with which he opened door and ushered
his companion into small room, lifted
up for q sleeping apartment.
This was q room which the detective
had rented for years. Ostensibly he
slept there, though he seldom used it,
except as convenient place for disguis-
ing himself.
Hyland lit the gas, and turned toward
the bed.
At that instant pair Of eyes cleaned
down upon the detective and his expect
ant companion from dirt-bsgrimed
trsnsom above door communicating
with an adjoining apartment.
They were the same evil orbs that had
glared through the library window OF the
St. Cyr mansion in Calumet avenue the
night Of the great fire in the Exposition
Building.