The Red Cloud chief., 1900-06-29
BY AMY BRAZIER.

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YOU will help us, won't you?'
Miss Saville. | will 40 all that | can"
the lawyer says earnestly. IF 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
agoaized time of suspense and anxiety.
Il seems so hard to sit still and wait,
SO cruel not to be able 10 rush to
George and tell him to hope. For,
after all, there seems to be very little
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, and
she is all energy and excitement. She
will never rest till the whole case Is
brought to trial again. and Mr.. Jar
Wis policy Of waiting is just what Bar
bara cannot bear TO do.
The great lawyer has come to Port
raven, hoping to find out some clue,
but 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 IL for
Mr.. Bouverie?" he says, touching his
cap.
"Yes, my boy, I was his counsel" re-
turns Mr.. Jarvis. alert In a second.
The boy looks at him.
81 don't believe 1t were he took the
money. | am the bank messenger, sir.
and I see Mr.. Grey taking a bag out
of the chimney in the bank. 1t was
this way, sir. Mr.. Kelly was out. and
I'm fond of reading. and there was a
book Mr.. Grey had, and hid to get a
chance to nab 1t. and | saw him with
m y own eyes taking down a 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 catch
the steamer for America" the DO,
I SAYS, with a glance OF cunning. y
told him | saw him take the bag, and
, thought he might give me a flyer t.
say nothing about 1t. but he kicked
!. me down stairs. and ! don care nov
$ IL | tell on him or not"
r Mr.. Jarvis puts his hand on tn
{ boys shoulder.
o Come and tell Mr.. Kelly what yo'
I have told me, but take care you tel
d the truth"
Il The whole case seems full Of per
r plexity. Mr.. Grey may have robbie
the bank a second time; that remain
TO be seen. 1t is a mystery indeed!
|, you can't get over the chloroforr
business" thinks Mr.. Jarvis, " and tn
fellow positively swore it was Bou
verie who did it. Still there seems I
d be a glimmer of daylight somewhere.
D.,
The Lucania is getting up steam, tn
tender is alongside, and the u
!. shining brilliantly across the dazzling
t, sparkling water.
Mr.. Grey, the cashier who had bee
the victim of the Portraven TRACED,
a stands on board with a grey, anXioi
n face. His wife is beside him-a lou
70 nashy-looking young woman.
n We're Just OF" she is saying, wht
she catches sight of a look Of horr'
on her husbands face. A police ofic'
ra and a private detective are coming {
ne wards them. The late cashier is seiz'
with trembling, and remains as II ia
cinated.
An arrest on board ono OF the on
going American steamers is not a We
ys occurrence. Mr.. Grey al
"a his wife are conducted on board 4
tender, and the Lucania steams on h
as way.
iS There Is guilt on the face of the M
.er who sits staring with wild, despera
In. ewes before him, deaf to the ang
protestations of his wife.
20 Only once he speaks as he turns
I'M her.
a. Hold your tongue! You brous
me TO this! 1t Is all your fault" TIL
T he looks at the officer in charge
him. 81 will make a clean breast OF
tlo there is nothing else to be done
y. And II Is before Sebastian Saville
makes his confession. as he stands
NJ shrinking, craven object, wailing
mercy.
Mr.. Jarvis listens, with a WI
pleased smile on his face.
ind Il took the hundred pounds
Grey says, with sullen composu
my wife thought OF the plan; wa
q tool in her hands. ! stole the mon
ime and that day, after I had cashed
the Bouverie's check. | tossed all
the things about, and myself stuffed
he handkerchief soaked in chlorofo
who into my mouth. / swear ! am tell
ave the truth. l swore II was George b
verie who had attacked me. / did
Mrs. care who suffered for my sin. /
her gentlemen" he cries, his agoni
glance wandering round, II am b
him pier today than ! have been
her months. have never known a
ment's peace. Remorse has been