The Press., 1895-08-29

HGaLlt1lg tt out, explored ttS contents. and promoter of all the big enterprises in Melbourne. He is 8 clever man, too, and should judge, besides giving away to everything, he has doubled his for tune since coming here. Mrs. Grey, if not exactly pretty woman, is very in teresting in appearance Don't you think sO?'
 I did indeed think so; for the minute I had stepped into the Granville Grey box at the race track had recognized in Mr. and Mrs. Granville Grey--the most popular citizens of Melbourne-no other than my old friends, Luke Bradley and his sister Kate.
 dined at the Grey residence next evening, and dined there by invitation again and again. I spent whole even- ings in their society at the opera and the theater, for they were socially in- clined people. But if had hoped from their conversation to get any tidings of Luke Bradley and his sister Kate of Omaha was mistaken. And as for their father, felt sure he must be dead, for neither ever referred to him.
 "Luke Bradley" said to myself, ''you killed your father, robbed the ex- press office, and after throwing me of the scent you came out here to live and cut splurge on your money"
 But how about Kate?
 These questions I asked myself again and again until was weary, and if tried to read anything in the soft tones of Mrs. Granville Grey's sweet voice or to fathom any mystery in the depths of her pretty eyes was wholly at loss to do so, for about all but her present life and an occasional reminiscence of her early days in Maine she was as silent as the sphinx and as discreet as diplo- mat. Nothing could throw her off guard. And had not been perfectly positive of my powers as an identifier should have thought myself mistaken.
 After visiting the Granville Grey mansion on many occasions without avail bade goodby to them and allowed them to see me off on a train for Syd- ney.
 Next day, disguised as huckster, yet having on rather smart clothes for that class, presented myself at the kitchen door of Granville Grey's home. The cook, Maggie O'Hoolihan, was just put ting some cakes in the window to cool, and when offered her piece of silver for one of them, saying was very tired and hungry, she bade me lay down my bundle and sit upon the doorstep to eat.
 While l sat there I grew very conf dential. had come out from England, said, to make my fortune in the colo nies, and having a little money was going to set up smt Il grocery store. But at first 1 had taken this pleasant and easy way of earning living until knew just where to locate.
 Maggie was much interested in my story and flattered by the confidence re- posed in her, and when left it was with my promise to call upon her that evening in the servants hall, which was a very nice room on the ground floor of wing devoted to the servants of the luxurious Grey household.
 After that my visits to Maggie were frequent, and from her learned that MT. and Mrs Granville Grey had no relatives at all, and as long as she had been there had never received 8 letter from America-so James, the butler, had told her. And I also learned that on certain night MT. and Mrs. Grey would be at ball until very late, and on that evening Susan, the chamber maid, was to accompany Mrs. Grey's maid to arrange her mistress elaborate toilet, and that the waitresses would be off duty that evening and out.
 "I'll bring a bottle of grog, Maggie,' I said, "and when we're all by our selves we'll have fine glass of some thing hot. "
 The grog worked so we'll that by 10 o'clock I had the pleasure of seeing my Maggie sleeping comfortably in her chair, while I, slipping into the hall way, flew up stairs to make thorough search of the private apartments of MT. and Mrs. Granville Grey. Being well acquainted with the premises, lost no unnecessary time.
 The object of my search was a num- Der of satchels, bags and boxes in 8 deep, dark clothes press. But although