The Minneapolis journal. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1888-1939, 1905-03-18

I hurried back to the office to make
my final report to- Mr.. Graham, and to
get the abstract which Rogers had
promised to have Efady, and which was
awaiting me on MY desk. Our worthy
learned that his junior was going with
me-. tho our absence would mean q vast
deal Of extra work for himself. The
canvass Of the city stables had been
completed without result, but suspect
ed now. that Martigny- himself had
hired the, carriage, and had, perhaps,
even acted as drivsr-such an easy and
hardly have escaped him.
finished up some odds and ends Of
work which I had left undone, and final
ly bade Mr.. Graham good-by, and start
ed for my rooms. My packing was soon
finished, and I sat down for final
smoke and review Of the situation.
There was one development; Of the
had proved that there were, indeed, two
women, and I believed them to be moth
er and daughter, but could not in the
least understand why the younger one
had so completely broken down after
the departure Of the elder with Miss
Holiday. looked at this point from
every side, but could find no reasonable
explanation Of it. It might be, indeed,
ready to repent her. share in the con-
spiracy-there could be no question that
it was she who had struck down Holla-
day in his office-that she had even re-
fused to 20 farther in the plot, and that
her companions had found it necessary
too exceedingly improbable to believe.
And, as I went over the ground again,
I found myself beginning more and
more to doubt the truth Of Godfrey g
theory, tho I could formulate none to
take its place; became lost in gaze
Of conjecture, and, at last, I gave it up
and went to bed. -t
/ called ed for 2l Mr.: Royce, as we had ID
Mfton tos1H H. too h ar9ii fed
baggage to single small trunk. We
secured a deckhand to take them into
our stateroom, and, after seeing them
disposed Of, went out on deck to watch
the last preparations for departure. The
pier was in that state of hurly- burly
which may be witnessed only at the
sailing Of transatlantic liner. The
last Of the freight was being got aboard
with frantic haste; the boat and pier
were crowded with people who had come
to bid their friends goodby; two tugs
were putting noisily alongside, ready
to pull us out into the! stream. My com
panion appeared quite strong, AID
seemed to enjoy the hustle and hubbub
as much as i did. He flushed with
pleasure, as he caught sight of our
senior pushing his way toward us.
"Why, this is kind of you, sirl he
cried, grasping his hand. "I know
what the work Of the office must be,
with both Of us DESERVING you this
way.'
"Tut, tutl'' and Mr.. Graham smiled
at us. 'You deserve a vacation, don It
youq couldn It let you go without
sddaag ags 09d5Gy lust B fSa
taking this boat-Mrs. Kendall and her
daughter-the widow of Jim Kemball
you know
Mr.. Royce. nodded. I, too, recalled
the name-Jim Kendall had been one
Of the best men at the New York bar
twenty years before. and must inevi.
tably have made a great name for him.
self but for his untimely death. had
heard hundred stories Of him.
"Well, want you to meet them,
| continued Mr.. Graham, looking about
/ in ali directions. All, here they
are!'' and he dragged his partner away
j toward the bow Of the boat. I saw
him bowling before gray haired little
lady, and younger and taller one
whose back was toward me. They
laughed together for a moment, the1
the last bell rang and the ships officers
i to the pier, but was brought round an
instant later. by Mr.. Graham, IS voice.
stMy dear Lester, - he cried, 81
thought we'd lost you. i want to in
troduce you to Mrs. Kemball and he1