Daily camera., 1897-09-03
Nelson! Nelson!

f, Nelson! Nelson!"
| 1t was Mr.. Perry who called, and who
came up to me with his face aglow.
"As far as hasty examination goes, I
shave reason to believe the greater part
= of the bonds are here. minus the inter
est coupons for the past year. The
rascal must have converted those into
cash; anyhow, they are gone"
s $50 it did pay you for responding SO
Z! quickly to my telegram" 1 remarked.
your telegram" he repeated, in
surprise. 81 received none"
Then l explained to him, and when
had finished he said: "Why, you see,
the reason | did not receive it was that
l was already at Twineburgh Will
son te!egraphed me this morning, and
l came UP on the noon train
"Mr. Perry came into the office half
an hour after you left" replied Mr.
Wilson. II sent the dispatch after l
left here"
How did you know jackson would
come to the cellar to-night?" / asked,
curiously.
Mr.. Wilson glanced around before an
swering. Then he sunk his voice down
low, as though afraid he might be
heard by the others:
Have you forgotten the voices in
your bedroom and up in the attic?
The conversation was the most for
tunate chance that ever befell me in my
whole professional career"
"Oh, then, you think JACKSON was
one of the parties holding the conver-
sation?'' | asked.
"Assuredly. Has not the result
proved that?" he replied.
but then, who-who could have
been the other?" I asked, with great
fear and dread.
Wilson dropped his head and seemed
to be considering his reply.
impossible to answer that ques-
tion,' he finally said, reluctantly
"And I don't know as there is any
cause for either you or me ever to re-
fer to that conversation. You see, a
detective feels sensitive at not being
able to discover everything concerning
an important case. And, although we
have been wonderfully successful, who
Horace Jackson's assistant or master
(for he undoubtedly had one) was, will
probably remain forever a mystery.
At least | shall not attempt anything
more in the case. My duty is com
pleted.'
My heart gave bound. Mr.. Morley's
connection with the robbery was not
suspected, even by one of the most
astute detectives in America. My
promise, then, might be fulfilled, and
Florence, at least, spared the knowl-
edge that her father was great Grim
inal.
l noticed Wilson's sharp eyes were
on my face, and l strove to cloak my
satisfaction Then the detective held
out his hand and gave mine hearty
grip.
"The bodies had better be removed
upstairs" Wilson then said, resuming
his matter-of-fact manner.
In due time the two bodies were ly-
ing, Slue ny sluc, olI oAC Aooi " ny
bedroom.
The man whose life before the world
had been blameless and honorable,
synonym for business virtue and in
tegrity, but who was in reality the
greatest rogue imaginable-who, from
his capacity for engineering large en-
deavors, l knew must have been the
prime factor in the robbery-lay there
beside his tool, who had become as ac-
complished a rogue as his master.
Hypocrisy and pretense have always
inspired the greatest reprgnarce in
me. But, as l gazed down on the face
of him whose daughter was my prom
ised wife, and remembered the bright
spot in all the blackness of his real
character, the love and affection for his
offspring, my heart was heavy with
sorrow for him.
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