Ottumwa tri-weekly courier., 1903-11-28

ing did not come and she went on IN
the train would go too. If she got
out and abandoned her journey / and
my assistants would shadow her wher.
ever she went.
Contriying word with Parker.
hastily sketched my intentions and
bade him go forward to the third class
carriages, into one of which he was to
jump at the last minute if he saw me
board the dining car
moment later had taken my seat
IN the car, for Gilbart after one last
distracted gaze to the station entrance.
had decided to pursue her journey. AS
the train gathered speed settled down
to the task Of watching for signs of
her fratcrnizing with one of the other
passengers, but nothing of the sort oc-
CURED. She sat looking out of the
window, and presently a tear stole
down her cheek-only one, but q genu-
ine tear.
Moved by a sudden impulse, I
changed my seat and took the place
opposite to her at the w,.,.te draped ta-
BILE. My episcopal garb warranted, 1
thought, the protfer of consolation, in
the course of which the pumping proc
ess might be administered.
Imagine, then, my astonishment when
my overtures were received with:
whats the use of talking like that7
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 He must have got wind of
that letter and kept out of the way"
'The letter." / exclaimed in bewilder-
ment.
II wrote it myself" replied the girl.
II wanted him caught, you see. Don't
ask why: it's woman's reason. But
he's too cunning for me, and now 1 sup
pose he'll kill me some time"
The ice being broken, she poured
forth food 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.
eve don't stop till Crewe, but you'd
better wire to your people from there
to arrest him, or at any rate shadow
him till you get back" she advised.
I had already decided to do so, but T
was still not quite satisfied. Why had
she gone on in the train after finding
that her communication to the police
had been abortive?
Her home was in New York, she said,
and, having her passage ticket taken,
she wished to use 1t and cut herself
adrift from evil associates. So the
train rushed northward, the other pas.
sengers in the car soon ceasing to ba
amused by the friendship struck up be.
tween the elderly bishop and the soil.
tary traveller.
At last the train ran into Crewe sta.
tion and as rose she put out her well
gloved hand. "Goodby, Mr.. Grantham.
do hope you'll catch him. she said.
"My life won't be safe till he's under
lock and key"
"But this is not goodby. 1 am only
going to send off the wire," i said. ~
am going on with you to Liverpool I'd
see you safe on board the steamer
1t was chance shot. but 1t went
home. She turned ashy pale, and I
knew that she had been working with
the object Of getting rid OF me at
Crewe. But where was Brady?
The question was answered by Daisy
Gilbart herself in the anguished cry OF
"My father! oh, my fatherr' Follow.
ing her gaze to the platform, I saw
outside the car window two sailors of
the Majestic with linked arms. One of
them was handcuffed.
'Tye got him, sir" said Parker. "By
luck travelled down in the same COM
partment and laid few conversational
traps for him. He had neglected to
sufficiently post himself in detail
about our fine old craft I smelt rat
before we'd gone twenty miles"
"Daisy Gilbart" was indeed Brady's
daughter, and l could not help being
sorry for her. She had made bold
bid to hoodwink us by concentrating
the attention of our combined forces on
the dining car while her father Travelled
In another part of the train, but she
hardly allowed for the caution Of an
experienced officer
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