The Irish standard. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn. ;) 1886-1920, 1902-11-22
CHAPTER NNNH.

Miss Grierson, which he did as soon
as he could after MIR. Galbraith's
coming, he did not go to DR.. Farm
hams. On the contrary, he went to
his room at Mrs. Holbrook's, and
spent the hour before dinner tramp
ing up and down with his hands be-
hind him and with sharper trouble
than he had ever known gnawing
rutllcssly ut his peace of mind.
All through the talk with Margery,
and up to the very instant of inter-
ruption, he had made sure that her
thinly yelled hypothesis revolved
about one Edward Raymer. But at
the last moment, this conviction had
trembled upon it's pedestal and tot
tered to it's fall. Tie thought he had
come to know Margery pretty we'll
we'll enough to be sure that she
would not misunderstood anything
that he might have said. But when
he came to weigh those sayings of
his in the light of a possible miscon-
struction he was moved to grind his
teeth in a very manly agony Of
shame.
He had neither weighed nor meas
ured them at the tfme-being so sure
that Raymer was the man; but in
that last little outburst of hers there
was room for a most disquieting
doubt; and since a man may be a
llnave of conscience and still be a
gentleman, Griswold despised himself
very heartily after the fact, going so
far as to question his right to go to
Charlotte until after this terrible
doubt was drawn and quartered and
decently buried out of sight and be-
You'd the possibility OF rcsurrec-
ton.
1t was during this ante-dinner in
terval of self-recrimination on Girls
wold's part that two men met behind
closed door in Il first-foor chamber
of the summer hotel on the Point.
One of them was Mr.. Andrew Cal
braith, but now returned from his
call on Miss Grierson. The other was
shrewd-faced man, as yet in the
prime of life; a man with a square
jaw and thin lips and ferretty eyes.
Mr.. Galbraith held cigar between
his fingers, but it had gone out. The
other was smoking q Regalia, and it's
subtle fragrance filled the room.
"You think you are sure of your
lli;irl this time, are you, Griftin?" said
the banker.
The detective blew smol<e-cloud
toward the ceiling and nodded slow
ly. "There isn't shadow of doubt
about his identity, now"
"Then, pardon me, Mr.. Griffin, why
do you come to me. Why don't you
make your arrest and take the man
to New Orleans? I'll be there to ap'
pear against him at the fall term OF
court"
81 don't rightly know why l have
come to you" The detectives reply
was as hesitant as his nod had been
i've put the irons on some queer Gus
toners in my time, and 1 don't know
as ever hung back till now. But
; this fellow"
J Estate your case" said the banker
briefly. Il can't conceive of any
thing which would come between 20,
i, and your sworn duty"
| THAT'S it.; that's just it. Neither
could l. But something has come be
tween, this trip. First off, l got t.
f, know the fellow pretty well before
found out who he was, and-well, h,
sort of captured me, as you nigh
!. say. He wasn't anybody's hold-up
he was just nice. square, clean-cu
, gentleman, all open and above-board
: Pretty soon after that, he did me
r considerable of a good turn-tool
+ some trouble to do it. About tina
t time l began to suspect who he was
G and not to be owing him when
c came to the handcutf act, tried t.
+ even up on that good turn of his
o That's where fell down. Instead o
squaring the thing, | got in deeper
!: and the cool-headed beggar saved m
life, out and out Now that's my hot
y box, Mr.. Galbraith. What would yo
do if the fellow saved your life?"
Andrew Galhraith answered of
:, hand, as Il man will when the SUI
l. position is only an hypothesis whic
II can by no means be transmitted int
It facts personal.
= Il should do my duty, of course
): This would be an uucanny world
% i've in Mr. Griffin. il we let persona
II considerations stand IN the way {
II ,;lin duty.
I ITO ke Contlnuedl