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with him about me. No one really
knew anything except Rogers, and he
did not meet my father at all. No; it
is a mystery unless Slippery Sam had
hand in it. That is the name of a
crook who had room for awhile in
the same house"
But why should Slippery Sam have
done thist'
"Ah, that's the mystery. He might
have been paid for the job by the old
man, but | don't know. He was none
too good for it anyway" Mora spoke
bitterly.
mfr. Nora" said Mr. Mitchell. II be-
lleve your story and am satisfied that
the only evil that you have done is
the great wrong to Lillian. | am glad
that this is so, for you can repair it.
Are you ready to marry her immedi-
atcly:'
IF you overheard all of my CONVEX
sation with Perdita, you must have
heard me promise to have clergyman
here at the hotel. He ought to have
been here ere this. However, when he
arrives | will be ready for the cere-
mony if l am right in supposing that
you have brought Lillian to Boston.
You know you said you had come to
be presen. at my wedding. She must
be here, then"
'She is down stairs. I will bring her
TO you at once. and also the baby,
which YOU viii. be glad to know has
been recovered"
you don't mean it! | am delighted!
Lillian loves the little one so much"
"And you?"
"Oh. am hardly acquainted with
my little daughter yet" said Mora.
laughing. But make haste and bring
my family to me-"
Mr. Mitchell laughed also and left the
room.
Meanwhile the man who had follow
ed Mora from New York was below.
walking up and down the corridor of
the hotel. This man was Mr.. Barnes.
He was watching the stairway. ready
at moments notice to conceal him
self should Mora come down. Time
passed slowly, but Mr.. Barnes is
very patient man.
1t was growing dark as the twilight
approached At last his vigil was to
come to an end. Mr.. Barnes ear caught
the sound of footballs on the stairway,
and at n glance he recognized the
trousers of Mr.. Mora even before the
man came in full view. The detective
dropped into seat near the window,
and his face was instantly hidden be-
hind a newspaper. The man who de-
scended the stairway carried a satchel
and looked sharply about him, as
though fearing spies. He paid his bill
at the desk and hurried out. He seem
ed to be in great haste. Mr.. Barnes
followed him, and few blocks farther
on both men entered the railway sta
ton. The man bought ticket for
New York.
Going home again, are your NUT
tered Mr.. Barnes. "Well, all the bet
ter. 1t will save the trouble of getting
requisition papers,"
So he, too bought a ticket for the
metropolis and RETAINED from attempt
ing an arrest, preferring to shadow
the man back to his own state. A
these two men, divided only by the
length of car. Shortly after mid
night they reached New York, and the
man hastily walked out of the depot
and hailed Il cab. AS he was about to
enter Mr.. Barnes touched him on the
shoulder exclaiming
stop! Yon are my prisoner"
"Why, what is the charger" said the
man, stepping back to the pavement
and facing round so that the electric
light fell full upon his face.
"Mr Mitchell by all that's wonder
full" exclaimed the detective. "How
did this happenT'
Jump into my cab and drive home
with me. will tell you all about it.
Come; in with you"
CHAPTER Xxx.
PREACHER JIMs LAST SERMON