The herald-advance. (Milbank, S.D.) 1890-1922, 1903-04-24

with You Will know what to DO! On,
you will help us, won't you?'
Miss Saville, 1 will do all that I 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 60 by in an
agonized time of suspense and anxiety.
1t seems so hard to sit still and wait,
so cruel not to be able to 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 P~ortraven, puzzling out the case
that occupies all his thoughts, meets
a sharp-faced-looking lad, who accosts
him.
You be the gentleman who Is for
Mr. pnI,rnrino % ha coyrC tn1ohirp hiS
cap.
"Yes, my boy, I was his counsel" re-
turns Mr.. Jarvis, alert in q second.
The boy looks at him.
Il don't believe it were he took the
money. l am the bank messenger, sir,
and l 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 it. and l saw him with
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 boy
says, with a glance of cunning. Il
told him l saw him take the bag, and |
thought he might give me a flyer to
me down stairs. and l don't care now
if l tell On him or not"
Mr.. Jarvis puts his hand on the
boys shoulder.
Come and tell Mr.. Kelly what you
have told me. but take care you tell
the truth"
The whole case seems full of per-
plexity. Mr.. Grey may have robbed
the bank a second time; that remains
to be seen. 1t is a mystery indeed!
You can't get over the chloroform
business" thinks Mr.. Jarvis, and the
fellow positively swore it was Bou-
verie who did it. Still there seems to
be a glimmer of daylight somewhere"
The Lucania is getting up steam, the
tender is alongside, and the sun -
shining brilliantly across the dazzling,
sparkling water.
Mr.. Grey, the cashier who had been
the victim of the Portraven tragedy,
stands on board with a grey, anxious
face. His wife is beside him-a loud,
hashy-looking young woman.
Were just off," she is saying. when
she catches sight Of a look of horror
on her husbands face. A police officer
and a private detective are coming to-
wards them. The late cashier is seized
with trembling, and remains as if fas-
cinated.
An arrest on board one Of the out
going American steamers is not a very
uncommon occurrence. Mr.. Grey and
his wife are conducted on board the
tender, and the Lucania steams on her
way.
There is guilt on the face of the man
who sits staring with wild, desperate
eyes before him, deaf to the angry
protestations of his wife.
Only once he speaks as he turns to
her.
Hold your tongue! You brought
me to this! 1t is all your fault" Then
he looks at the officer in charge OF
him. II will make a clean breast OF il
there is nothing else to be DONE"
And it is before Sebastian Saville he
makes his confession, as he stands, a
shrinking. raven object, wailing TO,
mercy.
Mr.. Jarvis listens, with a we'll
pleased smile on his face.
II took the hundred pounds" Mr.
Grey says, with sullen composure
my wife thought of the plan; I was q
tool in her hands. I stole the money
and that day, after l had cashed Mr.
Bouverie's check, I tossed all the
things about, and myself stuffed thu
handkerchief soaked in chloroforn
into my mouth. l swear I am telling
the truth. l swore it was George Bou
verie who had attacked me. / did no
care who suffered for my sin. But
gentlemen" he cries, his agonizeI
glance wandering round, II am hap
pier today than I have been fol
months. l have never known a mo
ment's peace. Remorse has been my
curse day and night when I used tt
think of the mar suffering in m,