Waterbury evening Democrat., 1905-06-15
make him let me go. It is the truth

make him let me go. It is the truth that tell"
 Madam" said Holmes, T am sure that it is the truth. fear that you are far from we'll"
 She had turned dreadful color, the more ghastly under the dark dust streaks upon her face. She seated her self on the side of the bed; then she re- stunned.
 T have only little time here," she said. "but would have you to know the whole truth. am this mans wife. He is not an Englishman. He is Rus sian. His name will not tell"
 For the first time the old man stirred. God bless you, Anna" he cried. "God bless your'
 She cast a look of the deepest disdain in his direction. "Why should you cling so hard to that wretched life of yours, Sergius?' said she. Tt has done harm to many and good to none, not even yourself. However, it is not for me to cause the frail thread to be snapped before Gods time. I have enough al- ready upon my soul since I crossed the threshold of this cursed house. But must speak or shall be too late.
 q have said. gentlemen, that I am this mans wife. He was fifty and I a foolish girl of twenty when we mar ried. It was in city of Russia, uni versity-I will not name the place."
 God bless you, Anna" murmured the old man again.
 "We were reformers, revolutionists, nihilists. you understand and l and many more. Then there came a time of trouble. A police officer was killed, many were arrested, evidence was wanted. and in order to save his own life and earn a great reward ny husband betrayed his own wife and his companions. Yes. we were all arrested upon his confession. Some of us found our way to the gallows and some to Si- beria. was among these last, but my term was not for life. My husband came to England with his i'll gotten gains and has lived in quiet ever since, knowing well that if the Brotherhood knew where he was not week would pass before justice would be done"
 The old man reached out a trembling hand and helped himself to cigarette. T am in your hands, Anna" said he. "You were always good to me-
 q have not yet told you the height of his villainy," said she. Among our comrades of the order there was one who was the friend of my heart. He was noble, unselfish. loving-all that my husband was not He hated vio- lence. We were all guilty, if that is guilt, but he was not. He wrote for ever dissuading us from such course. These letters would have saved him. So would my diary, in which from day to day I had entered both my feelings toward him and the view which each of us had taken. My husband found and kept both diary and letters. He hid them, and he tried hard to swear away the young mans life. In this he failed. but Alexis was sent convict to Siberia, where now at this moment he works in a salt mine. Think of that, you villain. you villain-now, now, at this very moment Alexis, man whose name you are not worthy to speak. works and lives like slave. and yet I have your life in my hands, and let you go"
 "You were always noble woman, Anna" said the old man, puff1ng at his cigarette.
 She had risen. but she fell back again with little cry of pain.
 'I must finish" she said. When my term was over I set myself to get the diary and letters which, if sent to the Russian government, would procure my friends release I knew that my husband had come to England. After months of searching discovered where he was. knew that he still had the diary, for when I was in Siberia I had a letter from him once representing me and quoting some passages from its pages. Yet l was sure that, with his revengeful nature. he would never give it to me of his own free will. I must get it for myself. With this object I engaged an agent from private de- tective firm, who entered my husbands house as secretary. It was your sec ond secretary. Sergius-the one whc left you so hurriedly. He found that papers were kept in the cupboard, and