Mower County transcript., 1902-02-12
GIRL
OF GRIT.
:: BY MAJOR ARTHUR GRIFFITHS.
douwtoest, 1900, bv r. +. Fe1sno d 90.

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His man thinks not, and l admit
Vie box was not specifically mentioned
IN the letter, but the letter said papers,
soA the expression was seemingly one
tkat Wood used, for the man, as mat
ter Of course, sent the dispatch box"
'But what do you implyY
gust this, that Captain Wood in
tended to keep out of the way-for rea-
sens l do not presume to conjecture
and while out of the way to go on with
IL weck. He'll turn up In good time,
tnase ny word for it, and will give his
own explanation Of his absence. 1t
NAY not be absolutely satisfactory, his
eGeuse may be bad, but he will make
enc. and you will have to take it or
leave It," were the cynical police colo
refs last words.
hated and loathed him for taking
this view, and l turned my back on
kiRn. Sir Charles did not console me,
for he was thinking more about the
sa6cial papers than Willie's disappear
a1oA
"By the Lord Harry, we shall be in
e4eer street If they don't turn up." he
aa1d with much emphasis. "Wood or
10 Wood, we've got to get them, or
there will be 4 jolly row; a cabinet
ssestion, egad, and the devils own
complications. The matter can't rest
kere. SO cheer up, Miss Frida. Well
all do our level BEST"
~Why, certainly" added Snuyzer,
we don't depend entirely on police
esaoneis, and this one is not 80 al
mighty clever. I've got to get on the
inside track OF this business, and I'll
d It yet, you bet your bottom dollar"
It was kind Of them, but would not
be sonsoled- When got to Hill street,
erept up to my room, very sorrowful
and sick at heart, and cried myself to
s3oep.
Next morning while I was dressing
tbey came and told me that Mr.. Snuy-
yer had called. He had something i'm
Rertan4 TO tell me, and was rather in a
hvRry.
Captain Woods not in that house."
began the American abruptly, when
+ get down stairs.
How do you know? Why are you
Ne sure?'' asked.
Haven't the smallest doubt Of it.
l know, because went right through
the house last night, every single
feo1n."
What! Did they let you in7"
mo, miss; broke in-burglary you
oal1 it in this country, believe, and
you may give me into custody If you
please. But the detective that's not
gDod enough to break the law on an oc-
easion as we'll as break into house
and stand the racket had better give
Up the business"
The mans audacity staggered me. /
was quite terrified, but liked him for
IT.
'Yeu see, miss, I can't afford to stick
at trifles. Ny professional reputation
is at stake, and the more l thought it
over the more hungered to get inside
that house in Featherstone Gardens,
and this is how l worked it: First I
set close watch on the house, front
and back, and found before midnight
that 10 one had gone either in or out. l
reekoned that there were not very
many Of them, and we mustered half a
dozen, two of them practiced Crooks
professional burglars, miss. We got
into the house right enough-the crooks
managed that-in half an hour. First
thing was to lay hands on the care
taker. There was no one else in the
house. He swore to that, and we soon
saw that he was speaking truth, for we
drew every room, ransacked every cor
ler, turned out every cupboard, but
nary soul was to be found. They'd all
cleared out but this one critter So
went back to him and threatened his
life. He was very stiff, but revolver
Is a mighty fine persuader, and pres
emily he outs With the story; lies may
be, maybe truth, but good enough to
make him worth keeping till we could
get some confederation"
What was his story? Anything
about Captain Wood? Did he admit
that they had taken him?"
"You bet he did. Told us the whole
game from first to last. The first we
knew pretty we'll before; the last is
that they have taken him out to sea
In a steamer. The steam yacht Fleur-
ae-Lis, auxiliary screw, 274 tons reg
lister, cleared from Victoria dock yes
terday at p. m. I've been there and
verified it this morning.
"AlreadyY'
"Yes," he went on. '"The yacht Fleur-
de-Lis, Chapman master, left the dock
at 8 p. N. yesterday. They knew her
well there. She was waiting, ready for
sea, fires banked, blue peter flying,
waiting only for her owner, and left
her berth directly he was got ON board.
He was an invalid, came in a carriage
to the dock side and had to be carried
on board wrapped up In blankets
"Ah! Joe was right then.'
"A lady helped him, thought to be
his wife, but she did not accompany
him to the ship. She staid on shore
very much upset, they told me who saw
her, and could hardly be persuaded to