The Minneapolis journal. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1888-1939, 1903-08-19

everything. The man could not help her,
much less allay her approximations. Had
1t been a burglary, a forgery, murder,
anything within his range and experience,
he could have done something, but this
was outside his ken. The routine and
appliances of Scotland Yard did not meet
the cease.
The official mind is not imaginative,
and because Detective Sergeant Chatwood
could not grasp the strings of the mys-
terry, he argued that they did not exist.
You see, miss he persisted, "if nei- I
Their you nor your father can tell us some |
thing more, how can we act? If we don't
know a man habits, his occupation and
little
NJ met the man, at any rate; why
couldn't you?" asked Eleanor, pointedly.
The detective could only elevate his |
shoulders pityingy. Such feminine logic
was unanswerable.
AS for the letter with the bloodstain
How could Miss Trernaine be certain the
splash was caused by blood? Why did
she destroy the letter?
Eleanor admitted she made mistake so |
far, but when the detective went on to
remark that a certain firm of ink manu-
facturers sent out an advertisement of
a splash Of blue ink, and why, therefore, !
should not this letter which frightened |
her be an advertisement Of red ink, she |
lost patience, and the parting between
her and the official was not altogether Of
a friendly nature.
Naturally the news of Mr.. Tremaine's
seizure spread, and letters and kilograms
poured in from city men with whom he
did business and from Society friends.
The messages Of the latter said more than
those of the former, but whether they
meant so much is questionable. Hugh
Tremaine, however, took not the slightest
interest in them, and after Eleanor had
tyv0 "a No
want to hear any more. Il
The doctor questioned Eleanor more
than once as to the cause Of her fathers
attack, but she could tell him nothing,
and he was far too discreet to push his
inquiries beyond a certain point. He was
In possession Of too many family secrets
not to guess there might be one in this
case, and that the young lady knew much
moro than she chose to reveal.
He was right. Eleanor did know more,
but how little, and that little so vague. a
mysterious, SO full Of an unknown dangeyt
50 suggestive Of the steathy tread of aly
unseen assassin! .... -
The only definite conclusion she came
to amid so much dark and troublous, was
that the danger lay in England. Obviously,
then, the sooner Hugh Tremaine sought
a residence elsewhere the better.
| At first Hugh Tremaine would not hear
| of going abroad, but suddenly he altered
his mind and Eleanor guessed the cause
| he had received the detectives report.
The report stated that unless Mr.. Ire
maine gave the police further instruction
| they could not assist him. A descrip-
| ton Of the man had been circulated, but
beyond this they could not go. Even then,
| unless Mr.. Tremaine was prepared to
charge the person with a distinct offense,
the constable who CHANGED to see him
would be helpless,
Chatwood made no reference to Eleanor,
! q md w oh ho nj HI1rIo
Tremaine had not the least suspicion that
his daughter knew anything Of the bust
ness on which he had employed the de-
tective. -..
1t was quite three weeks after Hugh
Tremaine's attack that Chatwood's report
arrived, and its contents did more good
to the invalid than DR.. Munro's medicine.
1T was but a fanciful resemblance,
after all" Eleanor heard him mutter, and
then he tore the report into little strips
and dropped them into the wastepaper
basket, and from that moment his brow
cleared and his strength improved.
They decided to travel to Paris by easy
stages and then go on to the Riviera and
In the occupation which the preparations
involved Eleanor recovered somewhat her
elasticity of spirits. Maybe she had
frightened herself without a. cause. But
argue as she might, fancied resemblance
or not, she could not rid herself of the
conviction that the closed book of her
fathers early life had been suddenly
opened to her. Only glimpse scarcely
that indeed had she caught, but it was
quite sufficient to- Undue her with vague
dread of which she could not entirely rid
herself
A fortnight at Brighton and then to
Newhaven and Dieppe. Another fortnight
at the gay French watering place, a brief
[ stay at Rouen, and at last Paris-Paris
with it's restless life and it's priceless
| tn che md
, Never had Hugh Trernaine been more
like his old self in his best moods. The
5 influence of Paris was evident, and out
wardly, at all events, the mysterious bust
ness on which he had employed the agent
Of Scotland Yard no longer troubled him
One evening they were dining at a res
I taurant previous to going to one of the
, theaters when Eleanor heard the deep
Esolemn tones Of Mr.. Denton's unmistak.
r able voice. The lady was dining with
, some friends at an adjoining table, bu
who the others were the girl could no
I see, and she dared not look round les
Hargrave should be of the party.
She said nothing to her father about
their neighbors, hoping fortune would be.
! friend her, and that they would not BE-
, seen. She was mistaken. They had tt
. pass the other table in order to act out
, and Mrs. Denton's eagle eye rested upor
her. Escape was impossible. She gave
sigh of relief, for Hargrave was not at the
: table. sa
a "Mr. Tremaine, how glad am to b.
sure. I hope you are quite restored" ex
+ claimed the lady, effusively. adding, will
a heave of her capacious shoulders, "goo(
v health is one of the greatest blessing:
! Providence can bestow. often think we
: do not appreciate it sufficiently
!, "a good de:u depends upon the cook,
rejoined Mr. Tremaine, CURLY.
Mrs. Denton made no reply to this. She
Cd 70 1roor IN nin rof lI1
9 with view to impress upon everybod,
not except herself when she used "our'
= or ''we," but it was always with an al
y as much as to say: II class myself will
you for once, just to show am not proud
but you must not presume upon my con
4 descension.
: Hugh Tremaine's rejoinder was not. II
!, her opinion, in keeping with her pious sen
i timents, and she turned from him abrupt
: to Eleanor, making play with her gol
pince-nez.
Dear Miss Tremaine, how we'll you ar
. looking Let me see, you have been ava:
: how long?"
about six weeks"
!, Really? is it possible? But suppos
+ you are kept posted up in all that goes o.
i in London?"
n Our only source Of news is the Frencl
newspapers"
1.-THE French newspapers-oh! Not quit
nice reading, are they' But, there, thing
have changed so much since I was a girl
You have not heard, then I suppose, abou
|Hareraye? ~