The Roanoke times. [volume] (Roanoke, Va.) 1890-1895, 1893-12-31

"oo consclcntlously approve OF the
young lady's marriage to an assassin. ~
AN Observation-Disclosures do YOU
mcan"' gasped Monk, staggering Us if
from blow.
Tell him, Mr.. Marshall"
All right, sir. Well, you see, Mr..
Monk, of Monkshurst," continued the
detective, firmly, yet playfully, you're
accused OF making away with-mur-
derlng, in fact-n young gentleman
who came to Abcrglyn n few weeks
ago in that little house on wheels: and
this nice friend Of yours (herc he
again slapped William Jones on the
shoulder) is accused of being your ac-
complete"
No! mol never done it! I'm inno-
cent, ami" cried William Jones.
Tell 'em, Mr. Monk. tell ENID
nowt to do with it,"
silence, you fool." said the other.
Then he added, turning on his ac-
cusers: You are couple of madmen,
thlnkl know nothing of the young
man you speak of. I have heard that
ne is missing, that is all; but there is
no evidence that any harm has come to
MIN, for his body has not been found"
Here Marshall turned with a wink
to William Jones and nudged him in
the ribs
Don't you think, now" he asked.
1T might be worth while looking for it
III that little underground parlor of
yours, down alongside the sca?"
William Jones uttered dcspairinr
groan, and fell on his knees.
I'm ruincd" he cried. 30, Mr..
Monk, it's your doingI Lord help me,
They knows everything"
Curse you, hold your tongue" snid
Monk, with look of mad contcmDt
and hatred. These men arc only
playing upon your fears, but they can
not brighten me-"
No" remarked the detective, light
ing his cigar, which had gone out.
Il think we shall even manage that in
time"
AS he spoke he carclessly, and as If
inadvertently, drew out pair of steel
handouts which he looked at reflect
lively, threw up and caught undcrhand
in the mir.
You accuse me of assassination"
said Monk, trembling violently. 81
warn you to beware, for will not suf-
fer such accusations without seeking
redress. If you have any proof of the
truth OF your prcpostcrous charge, pro-
duce it."
at this moment Matt, looking bright
as sunshine, leapcd out of the caravan.
There's my proof" said Marshall.
Miss Monk, this amiable bridegroom
of yours denies being concerned in
harming Mr.. Charles Brinlllcy. Is he
telling the truth?"
Matt's face darkcned, and she looked
at Monk with eyes of cordial dctesta-
ton.
NO" she said; hes lying"
Matt" cried Monk, fcrccly, take
carc.'
lies lying" she repeated, not heed
ing him. 81 see him do it with nv
own two eyes, and / see William
Jones helping him and looking on;
they thought that no one was nigh,
but / was. was hiding behind them
sacks and barrels in the cave"
Monk now felt that the game was
almost up. for he was besct on every
side, and the very ground seemed
opening under his feet. The wretched
Jones, in state bordering on frenzy,
remained on his knees, waiting over
his ruin. The two strangers. Light
wood and Marshall, looked on as calm
but interested spectators. Matt hav-
ing delivered her homc-thrust of &C
cusation, stood and gazcd into Monks
face with cool defiance.
at is plot Monk cried, presently.
IAN infamous plot to ruin me. You
have been tampcring, see, with this
wild girl, whom you foolishy suppose
kin to me by blood. Arrest me. if You
please shall not take the trouble to
resist, for am perfectly innocent in
this matter"
lie added. while they looked at one
another as if somewhat puzzled:
AS to the girls relationship with
my dead cousin, the very idea IS alb
surd. Where are the proofs of her
birthrght?"
"llcre," said quiet voice
Monk turned his eyes and started
back in wonder, while William Jones
shriekcd and fell forward on his face.
Standing before them in the sunshine
was-the reality or the scmblancc of
the murdered young man of the cara
w..
(To be continued next Wednesday,