The Minneapolis journal. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1888-1939, 1903-09-04
By $tealtby TootStep$
By CHARLES e. PEARCE
Dale, Convict" Manchester" "a.
Copyright by ahonal Agency
By CHARLES E.. PEARCE
porter Of Tremaine Court, of the messen-
ger rubn hro11erht the let fer which danouad

ger who brought the leLter which deCOycd |
Hugh Tremaine to- his doom.
And what Is your name?" asked the |
inspector, In rather q supercilious tone.
my name Is Frank Holt. Possibly you |
will remember I was accused Of COM
plcity in the crime and was arrested"
This gave different complexion to the |
matter. and the inspector instantly be-
came attentive. He asked the young art
list to give minute description Of the man
and this Holt did in way which, altho
the description was a verbal one, brought
a picture of. the man wildly before the
minds eye. III a
you're an artist, Mr. Holt" said the
inspector, cant you draw a portrait of
the fellow"
Certainly. never thought Of that"
Snatching up piece Of paper Holt rap
idly made a vigorous and lifelike sketch
reproducing all the salient points of the
tramp's face.
IF our men can't run the original Of
this to earth in a few hours they ought to
be ashamed of themselves" exclaimed the
inspector, holding up the drawing in ad-
miration. 1--WE may want you at any time
to identify the fellow, so please hold your
self in readiness nE
"Most certainly shall do so. You have
my address" ~
Apparently there was nothing more to
be said or done, and Frank rose to take
his leave. Just at that moment there en-
tered a tall, thin, fair man, with q soft
voice and quiet manner. The Inspector
looked at the newcomer and his face
lightened. ~*r @
You have just come in the nick Of tine
Chatwood. There Is something which
ought to interest you. Look at that
The TALL thin man took up the sketch
| which the inspector handed to him and
studied attentively. -. .~....s
''Who is this" he asked.
''Mr. Holt yonder asserts it is the fellow
who bought the remarkable letter to Ire
| maine Court on the night Of the murder of
Mr.. Hugh Tremalne The letter was found
on the body and subsequently put Mr.
Holt in a very awkward position. But I
need not tell you anything about the Ire
maine case, you have it at your fingers
end 163G
Chatwood nodded and looked up inquir-
ingly at Frank Holt, who all this time
stood silently listening to the conversation.
| did you draw this portrait from life?"
"In way, yes. It is a memory SKETCH
'Then you have seen the man?' Why
didn't you let us have this before? We
might have had him in custody long ago.
Because until tonight could not be
sure what the n1iscreant was like. In
spectorJarvis will tell you the story.
The detective listened with evident in
terest, and asked Holt some questions
which indicated that this fellow was not
! altogether unknown to him. Then he took
up the drawing and again looked at it.
tits a very curious thing" said he, in a
low voice, that 7 should happen to come
in just now, for, extraordinary as it may
SEEM my business with Inspector Jarvis
relates to this very fellow. He is a man
the river police have had their eye for a
! long time. We had warning some nine
months ago from the Melbourne police
authorities telling us that a notorious
bank-safe robber was on his way to Lon
DIN r. ,11yrc ho1ioxrad he in
league with others to organize a series of
robberies on large scale. Up to the pres
ent we have. found out nothing definite;
but, of course. this goes for little, as
the high-class thieves Of day arrange
everything with wonderful care and move
very slowly; waiting their time and making
sure of success before they start the job.
That is what is called in thieves language
'readying the job Of course, it's possible
he may have been concerned in the muir
der Of Mr. Tremaine quite in his line, and
the fact that Mr.. Tremaine was not robbed
Is against the notion that Silent Ned as
this man is called, had anything to do with
tho business" II z~.A-- :
. what do you make, then, Of the cir
cumstance that this fellow was at Tre-
maine court half an hour before the muir
der, and brought the decoy letter?' cried
Frank, excitedIy. .@
How do you know he brought the. de-
coy letter." asked the detective, abruptly.
Because I met him in the road close to
the gates of Trernaine court five minutes
after its delivery, and because Dudgeon,
the porter, gave a description Of the mes
: senger-a very poor one, must admit
and this description, so far as it goes, sug-
gests this man. But It's a waste Of time
to argue the matter just now. Capture
the scoundrel first and discuss the thing
afterwards" -.-.a. ...,.-. ...
The inspector approved Holt's practica
md t1Jr }Ycr 70 t1oo ar
. tive said quietly: -~
eyes, he has a lodging In low, river
side pub at Rotherhithe. but he's nearl.
= always on the river. The Thames polio,
think that the little game Is to break int,
e the counting houses of some Of tn
wharves. If necessary, we can put GU
e hands on him in a few hours
e ''Mr. Holt" said the inspector, sudden
= 1y, have the goodness to call here in al
hours time. cannot tell you any NOR
% just now than that we may want you to d
- q little Summing by the water-side."
Frank Holt left the Vine street polio
y station full Of wild and whirling thoughts
e If it were really true that this fellow, thi
3 "Silent Ned were the man he believes
It him to be the VOW he had registered tina
1t down in his heart was the desire to Sc
vt he would devote himself to the tracking
down of Hugh Tremaine's murdered Nigh
4 be much nearer fulfillment than he hoped
4, He had an hour in which to while ava
n the time. What should he do? Dee
u down in his heart was the desire to Sc
Eleanor to tell her what had happened
u to let her know that he was working /
here behalf That ever-to-be-renem
lg bered conversation on the platform c
"a Stepney railway station convinced hir
le that that which was nearest to her hear
was vengeance. He gathered more fror
l. her manner than from her words tina
in she regarded this vengeance as a sacre
l. duty. There was nothing unwomanly /
is this, he felt. Vengeance is one thing, re
& venge another. In a way vengeance is
ly kind Of rough justice which one grapple
m with in the interests Of common humanity
Or Revenge is a purely personal, egotistics
and sometimes a selfish desire. He wa
In entirely In sympathy with her in he
I'd yearning to unearth this dastardly as
err sassin.
at And full of this sympathy, his instint
or was to go to her and tell her everything
yd In moments Of great stress and strain, on
ne does not stop to weigh probabilities, or
I'd think for possible obstacles; impulse,
wI one could trust it sufficiently, is the be.
guide. He would go to P1cadilly, sc
r. Eleanor and tell her everything
I'd He jumped into a cab, and within fl,
as minutes was at Tremaine's mansion
r. Picadilly. He rang the bell, and an O
"a lady came to the door. It was the hous,
st keeper.
"Miss Tremaine has just gone out Ca
or I give her any nessage?"
ee Frank Holt hesitated. He was mo-
or disappointed than words could express.
" When will she return?" he asked.
IT am unable to say. She left no i
structions,' said the housekeeper.
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