Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1899-01-22

ask since you have seen your sister,"
Last November" he said, dropping
his head, and bringing under my eyes
again the hair that was like hers.
"Ah, that explains your ignorance
| The man had not shewn his hand at
that time. Now, am going to trust
to your affection for Miss Cunning
ham, to your presumable wish to save
her from unhappiness, and talk to you
as though we had been allies instead of
enemies. Perhaps | may be a fool for
my pains; but something seems to say
| to me"
Something says right Go on" he
calculated gruffly.
No doubt the very most dunder- head
ed OF lawyers or detectives would have
! told me that / was mad, thus deliber-
ately to give all my good trumps away
! to the treacherous hired scoundrel
whom | had been hunting down with
the logged ferocity of a bloodhound
On principle, of course, | was all wrong,
and | knew it, but still | went on.
L told him the strange story of the
past few weeks from beginning to end
| commenced with the part which con-
| cerned Farnham and Carson Wildred
alone. | did not pass over that which
had to do with Karine, my hopeless and
| unrequitted love for her, my passion
ate anxiety to serve her at all costs;
and l ended by boldly declaring my
certainty that Carson Wildred and
Willis Collins were one and the same
| man.
He is doubly a murderer" I said.
And yet, unless you and together can
keep him from it, he will be your sis
ter's husband"
I'm kill him first," exclaimed my
companion.
Il think the trick can be done with
out resorting to such extreme measures
! as that" | returned, especially if you
are willing to come over from his camp
to mine"
He looked at me sharply for a mo-
| ment without answering. then he said:
you seem pretty quick. I've MOTTO
ed, in what you've just been telling me,
at putting two and two together. Well,
you say you were at Santa Anna Hotel
| the might the murder was committed
! ten years ago. You knew there were
! two men mixed up in it. You remem-
| bered one of them; would you remem-
Der the other?"
He was mere boy" l said. "and
| it's long time ago. He must have
| changed beyond recognition.
| He's just twenty-nine at present.
I've good reason to know, as I'm he
! 1t was my turn to be astonished, but
! it was not policy to show it. There
fore merely said "Oh, indeed"
You see" he went on duly, that's
where Wildred has had his pull over
me since he ran across me, by a piece
! of the DEVILS own luck. in Canada five
| years ago. AS you say, have changed
! but his eyes are like gimlets. they'd
/ pierce a stone wall. It's quite true, as
| you suspected that he and Collins are
one. | knew him by a queer scar on
/ his head, shaped like star-perhaps
/ you've observed it? But he didn't
mind. He seemed even to find a sort
! of pleasure in telling me how ne had
been to a clever fellow in Paris. and
got himself made over into another
man, so that he might the more easily
! turn his back unon various little cpl
sodes of the past | couldn't have
proved of it if I'd wanted to, he was Sc
different, and had worked up such a
new record for himself to travel on
! He knew that, and he knew, too thai
| | was in his power"
| Il don't exactly see how that came
about" | objected.
! Don't you?" You're not so quick
as usual. then. I'd been accused OF
the murder at the Santa Anna hotel
! l looked it, and got over to Mexico, sc
/ to Spain and France. Id always been
black sheep. you know, but that was
the first really serious trouble Id got
into. However, as l said, five years