Wood County reporter. [volume] (Grand Rapids [i.e. Wisconsin Rapids], Wis.) 1857-1923, 1895-04-11
CHAPTER VIII.
Pail Mall Jack. :"

out; a little crowd of people had
gathered to see beauty, and rank and
fashion pass by. 1t was an animated
and amusing scene; and a man, dark
bearded, and wearing felt hat low
over his brow, pushed his way to the
front while keeping on the curb, and
stood looking toward the portals of
the building.
Il suppose she'll be here" he half
"she leaves town tomorrow"
And just then out from the lobby
came Glare Stanhope, with Lord Ire
garon, and Baptiste. The policeman
called out, Lady Stanhope's carriagem
and the man watching her bent further
TO see, but again drew back, mutter-
ing:
THAT fe1low-curse him.
But he could not move for the crush,
and Baptiste, lifting his eyes over the
crowd, suddenly flushed and whispered
to Clare:
"Miladi, see-look-that is the man
I see jump out of the window. He
sees me not-he moves notr'
Glare started, and then made a dead
stop. looking toward where the man
stood.
You are sure" she said; that man
in the low hat, almost concealing his
face?'
"Sure, madame, certainr' whispered
Baptiste excitedly.
could 1 mistake? Speak to the
policeman, madame-my 1ord"'
Nov then, pass on!' cried Police
man X ~ mechanically. lady STAN
hopes carriage mustn't stop here,
please!'
Wait" said Clare, a little hurriedly;
my carriage can go on, if you wish.
You see that man there? My servant
has recognized him for the man who
stole my jewels last Autumn. All! he
is goner'
For even as she spoke the man had
vanished, and some one cried out that
he had dived under the horses noses
There was great tumult, for people
thought Lady Stanhope had been just
robbed. But quiet-looking man step
Il have seen him, my lady-go home
quickly"
And when he had gone Glare replied
to Dora, who had excitedly asked who
that was, Benson, the detective" and
then passed to her carriage.
Meanwhile the man had made good
his escape across the road and down
side street, only just kept in sight
by the detective, who at length had
the pleasure of seeing him disappear
lnto'a house in a narrow court some
where near Leicester Square. He re-
solved to watch the house till morning.
when a knock would give no alarm:
FOR he thought that he had not been
seen, and that the theft he were
the man he believed him to be-wOuld
remain there quietly, and come forth
in another gllise.
I'm almost certain" so ran his me-
Citation, that this fellow is Identical
with gentleman whom my lady
would lose every jewel she has sooner
than have caught. But that's nothing
to me, and I mean to get the reward
II | can. HallOo, what's this?"
This was only a torn envelope,
which breath of wind had blown
from the step of the house that Benson
watched. And, as he read a name and
address thereon, he smiled grimly.
Caught at last! he muttered. Gle
won't think l knew him except as
oil
him along of his ways. Lor', a pretty
Pail Mall swell he ISL
The man thus apostrophzed was not
so ignorant as the detective supposed.
though he did not know he had
dropped that betraying paper
L must get out of here he mutter-
ed, when he had reached a Darkroom
on the first floor. But how? That
fellow knows me as Pail Mall Jack
but not as-Blessed be the man who
invented leads, else I might be Gagged
nicely. AS it's. I'll run down to Clare's
place, and get rid Of those COMPOUNDED
things l was sentimental enough to
keep. She'll give me tin to get abroad"
He paused, and struck his brow, and
total change came over every
feature. Good Heavens, what have
come to-"
He Invested himself rapidly of the
disguise and. wrapping himself in a
loose coat, sprung out softly on to
the leads, and thence easily reached a
back street. And at the moment Mr..
Benson knocked at the front door the
man he believed Gagged had Just left
his room in Bennett Street, Pimlico:
having put few articles together in
small bag, and had hailed a cab.
''Paddington Station-early train to
Devon the landlady heard him say.
III be down before Clare" he NUT
tered, as the man drove off Away
from the lawful guardianship of Sir
Lionel, III speak if I die for it. The
deuce"' he suddenly calculated. L
have left that internal revolver lie
hind, What a fool l am. Yet that
wouldn't identify me as Rex Werner
Can l breathe freely? He's got the
fellow to it, and if he got scent that
2. NJ. J. and r. V. We're the same
SO, when Mr.. Benson drove I'D to
the house in Bennett Street, he was
informed that Mr.. Werner had gone
to Devonshire from Paddington.
Thither went the detective, telegraphed
description of Rex down to every
station on the line, aScertained that
he had taken his ticket, then been
seen by the guard. and put himself
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