The Camden chronicle. (Camden, Tenn.) 1890-current, 1904-11-25

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| Harwich.
The curtain next rises upon a trio
passing along the streets OF Harwieh
This trio consisted of our two friends
and the postman in whose beat P
street was posted.
All hope of seeing the money had
faded from Hugh's mind again and
again; but his heart beat faster than
usual as they turned into the dingy
looking street, and by the time they
reached the door of No. 10 1t was
beating like sledgehammer.
The double knock was quickly an
sWered and when the door opened it
disclosed rather snowy looking wo-
man. Mr.. Taplin stood back, just
hidden from her sight, but in the quiet
of the dull street every word came dis
tinctly through the frosty morning air.
Registered letter. Mrs. G. Hop
kins' Can she sign the paper?"
Then the answer:
Il am Mrs. Hopkins. Give 1t here"
In accordance with his orders, the
postman produced only the paper,
while apparently searching in his
pouch for the letter. Mrs. Hopkins
walked away, and after few moments
Of suspense the anxious listeners heard
her footsteps as she returned with the
signed paper. and handed it to the
postman, who then placed the letter in
her hand
In another moment Mr. Taplin was
in the narrow passage, and had snatch
ed the letter from its owners hand.
AS Hugh pressed up to his side he tore
open the seal, and the rustling notes
lay in his hand! The unhappy woman
had realized something of what had
taken place. and, with faint cry Of
Its all up with us!" fell back against
the wall The detective supported her
into the shabby parlor, aad laid her
on the black horsehair Sofa With a
mutered, "Are there no womankind in
the house?" he left the room, and
Hugh heard the firm step sounding
through the passage, and the clear
voice calling at the top of the stairs:
Here, Betty-Susan-wha your
name is, where are your"
A slatternly maid of-all-work an
swered the summons, in no small
amaZement at the sight Of two strange
gentlemen, and to her charge Mr.. Tap
lin left her mistress, while he and
Hugh assured themselves of the iden.
tity and completeness of the notes.
Mrs. Hopkins soon recovered suf-
flciently to pour out a flood of tears
and bewildered lamentations, but with
calm patience the detective at length
drew from her the facts which he need
ed.
"Ah!" sh cried, bitterly, she told me
he would make our fortune this time,
and | should have plenty then. He
drank everything he made before, the
wretch, and left me here in this miser-
able hole. But I'll be revenged on him
YETI
As they left the room, when Mr.. Tap
had made such arrangements AS
desired Hugh to look at a photograph
hanging in frame over the chimney
piece, and no sooner were they in the
street than Hugh beheld issuing from
Mr. Taplin's pocket book the duplicate
of the carte.
That's the man. observed Mr.. Tap
lin at last, with a ring of triumph even
in his calm voice, latter whom came
down to your parts Strange, now,
isn't it? That was little matter
which took place weeks ago. and we
were altogether off the scent. Well, we
get new track early this week, and
| went down believing, If | caught my
bird anywhere, it would be there. Then
your business turned up, and, like a
flash, it crossed my mind that in find
ing out the one | should be carrying on
the work / came after. | knew |
enough of the fellow was after to be
pretty sure that if your notes were In |
his hands, they would either come here
on their way to the Continent or go
direct to America. When | saw Mrs. |
Hopkins / was as sure as that |
was a living man that the money was |
there, for knew Hopkins was one OF |
my mans aliases"
And so Hugh Randall went home |
again, not grudging his hundred mile
Journey inasmuch as he carried with
him 1100G-but not in his coat
York News.
So-CaiIed Prophecies.