The Denison review. [volume] (Denison, Iowa) 1867-current, 1902-06-24

CHAPTER IV.-CoNTINUED.
"Now," I said to myself after he
had gone, "this looks like developing
into an affair after my own heart
/ am most anxious to discover who
my mysterious enemy can be. Il
might be Grobellar, but 1 fancy he i.
still in Berlin. There's Tremasty
but I don't think he would dare ven
ture to England. No, when I come
to think of it, this business does not
seem to belong to either of them"
! took from my pocket the watch
which was to have played such an
important part in the drama and
consulted it. 1t was just half-past
eleven, therefore I had exactly half
an hour to get to the rendezvous.
called Wilson and congratulated him
on the success which had attended
our efforts of that evening.
tits a good thing you came out of
it so well, sir" he said. "They were
q nasty pair of chaps, and would
have thought as much of outing
you as they would of drinking a pot
of ale."
"But thank goodness, they didn't
succeed" 1 replied. "As the saying
goes, "a miss has never killed a man
yet And now, Wilson, you'd better
be off home to bed. Turn out the gas
before you go. Good night"
Good night, SIR" he answered,
and then I put on my hat and left
the Office.
I found when I stepped into the
street that the character of the
night had changed. Thick clouds
obscured the sky, and a few drops of
rain were falling. At first I felt in
clined to take a cab, but on second
thoughts I changed my mind, and
putting up my umbrella strobe along
in the direction of St. Martins
church.
The theaters were over by this
time, and the streets we're beginning
to grow empty. I passed the Gaiety
where a middle-aged gentleman, de-
cidedly intoxicated, was engaged in a
noisy alteration with a policeman,
who was threatening to take him to
Bow street if he did not go quietly
home, and at last approached the
spot for which I was making. I took
up my position on the darker side of
Holywell street, and waited. So far
1 seemed to have the thoroughfare
to myself, but I had still some three
or four minutes to wait.
At last midnight sounded, and as I
heard it 1 concealed myself more
carefully in my doorway and
watched. / was not to We kept long
in suspense, for the new day was
scarcely three minutes old when a
hanson drove up to the other side
of the church, and a man alighted
He paid off the man and wished him
good night, and then came along the
roadway at the back of the church.
From where I stood 1 could see his
figure distinctly, but was not able
to distinguish his face. He was
dressed in a black cloak, and wore a
deer-stalker hat upon his head. That
he. was the man I wanted I felt sure,
for what would anyone else be doing
there at such an hour? That he was
surprised at not finding his braves
awaiting him was very certain, for
he looked up the street, down the
street, peered into Holywell street
where, thank goodness, he did moi
see me, then along the Strand in q
westerly direction, and afterwards
came and took up his position within
half a dozen PAGES of where I was
hidden. Presently he took a cigar
case from his pocket, opened it, Sc
lected a weed, and struck a match tc
light it. The flame illumined his face
so that I could see it distinctly. If
had not had myself well under con
troll, I believe I should have uttered
an exclamation of surprise that could
not have failed to attract attention
The man who had set those rascals
on to try and get rid of me was
non other than Mr.. Edward Bayley
the managing director of the Santa
Cruz Mining company of the Argen'
tine Republic!
Here was a surprise indeed! What
on earth did it all mean?