The Minneapolis journal. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1888-1939, 1903-08-24

emptation's Way" Lucknow" John
OF Manchester" Etc, Etc.
National Press Agency.
! bearing In the calculation of mystery,
and the patrol for this reason awaited the
coming Of the surgeon.
| DR.. Ramsden knew Eleanor Tremaine;
he bowed and proceeded to his work with
dizziness and precision. Hugh Tremaine
| had been strangled; of that there could be
no question, but about the method there
was not so much certainty. The marks
on the throat were peculiar the windpipe,
| where eveidently great pressure had been
APPLIED, was bruised, and there was a
bruse on the neck just below the angle
of the jaw. Nothing decisive could be
said in the feeble light more leisurely
and more minute examination would have
| to be made on the morrow.
More police, in the meantime had APP
! peared on the scene with an inspector in
charge, and rapidly orders were given for
the pursuit. Eleanor told the officer OF
the device by which her father had been
led to take his Inflated journey, but, I'M
fortunately, she did not see the man who
| who had brought the message, and could
| not describe his appearance; only Dud-
geon, the porter. could do that, and to
get hold of Dudgeon the police must visit
Tremaine Court. 1t was pity to lose
SO much valuable time, but there was no
help for 1t.
But it's something, Miss Tren1aine, in
such a mysterious business as this, to
have even a slight description Of one Of
the rascals," said the Inspector. Direct
| ly we are in possession of all the details
your servant can give us. they will be
wired to Scotland Yard, and within very
| short time every police-station In London
| and the outskirts will be in possession
| of the information. The articles stol-
Robbery was not the object of the muir
derers,'' interposed the doctor. :'Mr. Ire
maine's watch and chain are here, his
| rings are still on his fingers his gold links
in his shirt cuffs. The sergeant has found
a couple of sovereigns. some silver and
some copper in his pockets. Here Is a
| letter-perhaps you had better look at 1t. y
| The inspector held the paper in the
| light of bulls-eye, and his eyes went
over it rapidly.
Miss Tremaine," said he, us this the
letter You told me Of just now?"
There was no need for Eleanor to give
a second glance. The letter, with its
blotted and ungainly characters, was firm
ly fixed in her mind.
| And do you say you do not know the
| writer-this Frant Holt?' ~
Eleanor hesitated and was veXed for so
doing; the inspectors eyes were fixed
searchingly on her face. Before she could
answer Holt struck In, speaking for the
first time since the arrival of the doctor
and the police. He had hitherto been
contented to remain as a spectator. He
knew we'll enough the time would come
| when he should play a part in the dark
! drama.
THAT is my name,'' said he. MAY I
be allowed to look at the letter?'
Are you, then, the writer?" asked the
inspector, quickly.
| II don't think So but can speak more
positively when I've seen the writing
| The inspector held his hand back. If
Miss Tremaine's theory was correct, the
young man was seriously implicated.
Might not his object in getting hold of
the letter be to destroy it? Holt guessed
what was passing in the mans mind.
"Oh," said he, not without a suspicion
Of irony, IF you are afraid to trust me
with the letter, shall be quite contented
with your reading it aloud"
The answer Of the inspector was to flash
the bulIs-eye across Frank Hollis face.
Holt bore the scrutiny without flinching,
but tha cautious official was not satisfied.
Very we'll, will read it, said he.
And he did SO, the man holding the
lantern standing between his superior and
the man whose name was attached to the
epistle.
THAT letter is an impudent fabrica-
spector had finished his monotohous re-
cital.
DO you live at "a Albert square?"
| Yes, but"
Then I should advise you not to say
too much. 1 have noted your denial, but
the police will have to inquire into the
matter"
Inquire by all means. I shall be glad
If you will do So he cried.
The officials manner clearly indicated
suspicion. Frank admitted to himself
there was ground but it was none the less
calling, especially Eleanor Tremaine
might interpret the mans words In a
guilty sense. But nothing he could say
then would avail. Silence was his best
course. He must wait patiently until time
showed that he had been the victim of a
base and cruel forgery.
But who had committed the forgery, and
why? Was Eleanor Tremaine right in
her conjecture as to the object of the
letter? If so, 1t was clear the assassins
of the father must know him, The only
alternative was that they had selected
the name and address at random from the
directory. And why not this alternative!
Would not his name serve their detesta-
BILE purpose as we'll as any other? He
tried to comfort himself with this n.y.
pothesis, but the attempt was not very
successful one, and his ease of mind was
not added to when he became conscious
that a policeman had been told off tc
watch him.
He looked round to see if Eleanor had
: noticed this Objectionable espionage, and
found she had disappeared. The doctor
had persuaded her to return to Tremaine
court. .
The police, he said, had now entire
charge Of the business, and she could dc
nothing. 1t was with great reluctance she
consented. She had a vague desire tt
remain and watch by the body. Il
seemed to her in some curious way to be
her duty. She felt wanting in the love
she bore her father, and she told the doc.
tor as much when she allowed him to Lead
her away.
THE feeling is excusable, my deal
young lady, said the dctor. At such
a moment as this, one is scarcely master
of ones emotions. Still, it doesn't do tt
; let them get the upper hand. You mus
be guided by me-"
She did not contest the point but pas
sively took her seat by the side of the
coachman, the doctor sitting at the back
The trap was just moving when, turning
round she said across her shoulder: