The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1896-11-08

of him--he ran into the station just as the
train was putting out.
Mr.. Charlesworth wanted to give an
alarm, and have him arrested on the spot.
Pray, do not get excited. Give the man
rope enough and he'll hang himself. We
might just as well arrest him in London
as here" I said, calmly enough. l was
still playing a game, and l knew more
about the facts than the detective.
During the whole of that long express
run to the great city Mr.. Charlesworth
kept his head out of one window, and in
sisted upon me doing the same duty at
the other window. The result was deplor-
able. We both caught colds which we did
not succeed in losing for a long time. We
knew that our man was not alone in his
carriage. That would prevent him from
making any examination of the box he
had so cleverly obtained by his false pre-
fences. That thought was very comfort
ing to me. We had not yet reached the
denouement, and / was anxious that 1t
should not be reached in a place of public
resort. Mr.. Wilkinson, though a villain,
was entitled to some respect, and 1 was
anxious to avoid submitting him to the
indignity of public arrest.
Reaching Euston, Mr. Wilkinson took a
hanson. We followed suit.
Follow that cab" said the detective to
the driver. Follow it at a respectable
distance, but follow it. You understand"
and he tipped him a wink which had a
world of meaning.
Right, sir, 1 will follow it to the devil
if there is any need for such extreme
measures" he replied with laugh.
why, man, you do not know what you
are saying. The man in that cab is the
devil"
THAT makes it all the more interesting.
I have heard a great deal of his high
ness, but have never seen him yet I'll
have look at him before very long He 5
going to the Grand. l heard him say so
to the cabby."
And, sure enough, at the Grand the
cab pulled up. We followed into the ho-
tel.
1--WE must have the bedroom next the
one you have given to that gentleman"
said the detective, in an authoritative tone
of voice.
1T is empty; it is at your service" re-
piled the secretary of the hotel who was
in the entrance hall as we entered.
The two rooms had evidently been one
large room at one time They were
divided by a thin plaster partition. 1t
was as thin as a threepenny bit, as the
detective remarked. There was a paper
over the laths, and Mr. Charlesworth
quietly put his penknife into it. Through
the narrow opening thus made we could
get a limited view Of the occupant of the
next room. We soon saw a tragedy.
Convulsively he began to put key after
key into the lock of the box. One after
another failed to open it. There was a
silence which could be felt in the two
rooms.
There" he calculated, with a sigh of
relief as he turned key at last.
The iron lid was raised, and then we
heard a cry-an agonized cry--which is
ringing through my heart yet.
~ Tn1 nnfb batf lie m
Goals. She said it was full of diamonds.
Ay, they are diamonds, but black ones"
Mr.. Charlesworth turned to me and
whispered, "What does this meanT
ITS all right. The precious stones are
locked up in my safe in the bank. 1
knew about this before we started. You'll
have to arrest him"
"Of course"
We stepped into Mr.. Willxinson's room
without the ceremony Of knocking. re-
member that l was surprised at the time
that he had not taken the precaution to
lock the door-as he did previous to the
mesmeric experiment
He was still upon his knees staring into
the box full of coal There was a ha@-
gard look upon his handsome face.
Hello" he said, with a deperate at
tempt to appear gay and buoyant have
you come to preach me double-barreled
sermon?"
mo, but to arrest you on the charge
OF obtaining that box by false pretenses,
said the detective, sternly.
Mr.. Wilkinson's lip quivered
"All right: the box is useless"
Suddenly he turned round on his heel
whipped a revolver from some place of
concealment, and fred two shots at US.
They missed their aim, and the third nc
fired at his own head, and in a moment
the fine, handsome fellow lay nothing bur
a heap Of bleeding clay 1t was a terri
BILE scene. over twenty years have
elapsed, but the scene is before me yer
In terrible reality
The end Of the story Is soon told. Be-
fore the coroner I told the story Of the
mesmeric experiment, and Of the way In
which l had taken the precious stones
from the box, and substituted Goals sim-