The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1903-08-05

her fraterniZing with one OF the oIner
passengers, but nothing of the sort oc
Cured. She sat looking out of the
window, and presently tear stole
down her cheek only one, but Il genu-'
Inc tear.
Moved by sudden impulse,
changed my seat and took the place
opposite to her at the white draped ia
BILE My episcopal garb warranted.
thought, the prefer of consolation, in
the course of which the pumping proc
ess might be administered.
Imagine, then, my establishment when
my overtures We're received with:
What's the use of talking like that?
You're the tee that's after Joe Brady
amt you?"
A denial would certainly not have
been believed. SO nodded admission.
you've had your trouble for nothing,
I'm afraid, lie must have got wind OF
that letter and kept out of the way"
"The letter. exclaimed In bcwilder-
ment
II wrote 1t myself" replied the girl.
Il wanted him caught, you see. Don't
ask why, It's woman's reason. But
he's too cunning for me, and now sup
pose he'll kill me some time"
The ice being broken, she poured
forth flood of recriminations against
her late associate, affirming that she
had no idea of his true character and
giving me the address of his hiding
place In Battersea
I'VE don't stop till Crewe, but you'd
better wire to your people from there
to arrest him. or ut any rate shadow
him till you get back" she advised
had already decided To do So but
WAS still not quite satisfied. Why had
she gone on In the train after finding
that her communication 10 the police
had been abortivc?
Her home was In New York she said
and, having her passage ticket taken.
she wished to use II and cut herself
adrift from evil associates. So the
train rushed northward, the other pas
sengcrs In the ear soon ceasing to be
amused by the friendship struck up be
tween the elderly bishop and the soil
tary traveller
At last the train ran into Crewe sta
ton. and as | rose she put out her we'll
gloved hand. "Goodby Mr.. Grnntham.
! do hope you'll catch him." she said
MY life won't he safe till he's under
lock and key
But this Is not goodby. ! am only
going to send off the wire" | said. Il
am going on with you to Liverpool to
see you safe on board the steamer"
II was chance shot but 1t went
home. She turned ashy pnlr, and |
knew that she had been working with
the object of getting rid of me ut
Grewc. But where was Brady
The question was answered by Daisy
Gilbart herself In the nnsuished cry Of
"My father! oh, my father" Follow
Ing her gaze to the platform, saw
outside the car window two sailors of
the Majestic with linked arms. One of
them was handcuffed.
1--WE got him, sir" said Parker, "By
luck | travelled down In the same com
partmcnt and laid II few conversational
traps for him. lie had neglected To
DOSt ullllStll Ill uttHll
about our fine old craft ! smelt n rat
before we'd gone twenty miles"
Daisy Gilbart'' was indeed Brady s
daughter. and | could not help being
sorry for her She had made II bold
bid TO hoodwink us by concentrating
the attention of our combined forces on
the dining ear while her father Travelled
in another part OF the train. but she
hardly allowed for the caution OF an
experienced officer