The Yale expositor. (Yale, St. Clair County, Mich.) 1894-current, 1900-06-29
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By AMY BRAZIER. 3
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By AMY BRAZIER.

with! You will know what to do! On,
you will help us, won't your
Miss Saville, will do all that l can
the lawyer says earnestly. III you
wish to leave the case in my hands,
will do my very best. You may de-
pend upon me-"
After that the days go by in an
agonized time of suspense and anxiety
II seems so hard to sit still and walt
SO cruel not to be able to rush 10
George and tell him to hope. For
after ALL there seems to be very nttle
hope. for how are they to prove that
George Bouverie did not rob the bank
as well as take Barbara's hundred
pounds?
Barbara stays at the Grange, ana
she is all energy and excitement. She
will never rest till the whole case Is
brought 10 trial again, and Mr.. Jar
Wis policy of waiting is just what Bar
bara cannot bear to do.
The great lawyer has come 10 Port
raven. hoping to find out some clue,
hut there seems nothing to find out.
Nobody can throw any light on the
mystery till chance discloses what the
brains of men have failed to find out.
Mr.. Jarvis. walking down the street
of Portraven, puzzling out the case
that occupies all his thoughts, meets
a sharp-faced- looking lad, who accosts
him.
you be the gentleman who is for
Mr.. Bouyerie?" he says, touching his
cap.
"Yes. my boy, was his counsel, re-
turns Mr. Jarvis, alert in second.
The boy looks at him.
az don't believe it were he took the
money. | am the bank messenger, SIT,
and see Mr.. Grey taking a bag out
Of the chimney in the bank. IL was
this way. sir. Mr.. Kelly was out, and
I'm fond of reading, and there was
hook Mr.. Grey had, and l hid to get
chance to nab 1t. and | saw him with
my own eyes taking down wash
leather bag the day before he left the
Office for good"
And where is Mr.. Grey now?' Mr.
, Jarvis asked sharply.
, Gone to Queenstown today to cater
the steamer for America, the DO!
saws. with a glance of cunning.
: told him saw him take the bag, and
, thought he might give me flyer t
saw nothing about it, but he kicke'
me down stairs, and / don't care nov
: if tell on him or not"
p Mr.. Jarvis puts his hand on tn
Il boys shoulder.
q Come and tell Mr.. Kelly what 20
hut oil
d the truth"
a The whole case seems full of pei
~ plexity. Mr.. Grey may have robbie
a the bank a second time; that remain
: TO be seen. 1t is a mystery indeed!
o You can't get over the chloroforl
business" thinks Mr.. Jarvis, and II
g fellow positively swore it was BOZ
y yerie who did it, Still there seems
"A be a glimmer of daylight somewhere
~ The Lucania Is getting up steam, Il
tender is alongside, and the sun
~ shining brilliantly across the dazzlin
n sparkling water.
o. Mr.. Grey. the cashier who had be-
- the victim of the Portraven TRACED
~ stands on board with a grey, anxio
>, face. His wife is beside him-a lou
ve nashy-looking young woman.
NJ were just off" she is saying, VIII
an she catches sight of a look OF horT
on her husbands face. A police ofii(
80 and a private detective are coming
- wards them. The late cashier is seiz
on with trembling, and remains as II Il
,ck cinated.
An arrest on board one of the o.
A. going American steamers is not w
- uncommon occurrence. Mr. Grey a
=, his wife are conducted on board
49, tender. and the Lucania steams on
as way.
as There is guilt on the face of the n
- who sits staring with wild, desper
-. ewes before him, deaf to the AM
protestations of his wife.
Only once he speaks as he turns
ON her.
'n' Hold your tongue! You brou
me to this! 1t is all your fault!" II
"t he looks at the officer in charge
him. 81 will make a clean breast
-, there is nothing else to be done.
sS,e And It is before Sebastian Saville
80 makes his confession, as he stands
, 90 shrinking, craven object, wailing
mercy.
7 Mr.. Jarvis listens, with a W
pleased smile on his face.
ind ct took the hundred pounds,
Grey says, with sullen compos
my wife thought of the plan; wi
% tool In her hands. I stole the mo-
line and that day, after l had cashed
the Bouverie's check, l tossed all
the things about, and myself stuffed
he handkerchief soaked in chlorof
who into my mouth. l swear am tel
nave the truth. swore 1t was George
verie who had attacked me. l did
Mrs. care who suffered for my sin.
her gentlemen" he cries, his agon
glance wandering round, Il am
him pier today than | have been
her months. l have never known a
ment's peace. Remorse has been
sor- curse day and night when use