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should he not hide himself in London,
where he could inform himself,
through the newspapers, of every de.
tail of the trial at Wainford? Then,
if ali went well-that is, if Faradeane
were found guilty and-and- Even
mentally he could not conclude the
sentence. But if AL went we'll"
he could go back and claim Olivia;
then he could leave England with her
with her!-forever!
In some of the quiet streets leading
off the Strand there are several pri-
vate hotels, as quiet as the streets in
wf5ich they stand. The patrons of
these hotels are colonial and provn-
cial folk, who come and go, appear.
ing on the scene once only. perhaps,
and then disappearing, unquestioncd
and unnoticed-caught up, as it were
on the wheel of the great city and
lost like a drop in the ocean.
He called a cab and told the man to
drive to Barlow's Hotel, Denmark
Street. A minute or so of delay oc-
CURED in the hoisting of his port
manteau on the roof, and in that
space of time Seth, with the unobtru-
sive movements of gypsy, had got
into another cab.
Just follow my master, will yOu?'
he said.
The two cabs sped on their way:
but suddenly the first came to a stop.
BARLEY Bradstone, in sheer absence
of mind, had opened his newspaper,
which he had put in his pocket UNI
glanced at when he bought it, aud the
first words that met his eyes were
Disaster in the City. Failure OF
the South Indian Bank"
For a moment the line of large type
conveyed no special significance to
his mind, then suddenly it flashed
upon him that the bank was one of
the schemes in which he had taken a
part, and large part.
He put his hand to his aching Brow
and triedl to remember what he had
lately done in the matter 1t seemed
to him that he recollected sending
his tool, Ezekiel Movie, instructions
to sell out his shares and close mis-
cnnection with the affair; but his
brain would not act with its usual
readiness in the direction of his or
binary business; it wass all too alb
sorbed in the more important matter
of life and death.
Had he or had he not given the
proper instructions to Movie? He
tried to put the question, the whole
business out of his head but the in
stincts Of the money-spinneT over
reached the cunning caution of the
criminal, and with a muttered oath
he put up the trap-door in the cab and
told the man to drive him to Ethel
red Chambers in the city.
Cabmen are accustomed to these
SUDDEN re-directions, and without
word the man turned his horses in the
direction of the city.
Your guvnor didn't seem to know
his own mind" growled Seth's cab
man through the hole in the roof.
Follow him!" said Seth, whose
blood was beginning to stir within Lis
veins, as the lurchers or the sleuth-
hounds will when hot upon the TIA,
BARLEY Bradstones cab pulled up
at Ethelred Chambers, and, telling the
cabman to wait he went up the
stairs, and without knocking, OPEN /
the door of a dingy Office and walked
in
Ezekiel Movie was seated at Ia
BILE, his huge mouth open, his lantern
jaws working eagerly, as he sprawled
over a desk, writing apparently for
dear life. The office the furniture of
which would not have realized five
and-thirty shillings, was in extreme
disorder, and a gladstone-bag was ~
ing half-open on the floor as if it had
been hurriedly thrown there.
Mr. Movie looked up with a start
and, uttering an exclamation, covered
the paper before him with his huge.
bony hand. If his employer had been
a ghost-and, indeed, Bailey Brad
stone looked not unlike one-Mr
Movie could not have been more
startled
Mr.. Bradstone, sir This is sur
prise. How do you do, sir? am
afraid you're not looking well. Take
a chair, Mr.. Bradstone." and he drew
the chair out and stood with his head
thrust forward, rubbing his hands and
eyeing BARLEY BradstCne with a wary
and still startled watchfulness.
BARLEY Bradstone took off his hat
and wiped his brow.
Il am not very WELL Movie" he
said. Il have come up on important
business. What the devil is the Office
in such a state for? Where are you
going?"
Mr.. Movie changed color. but stood
rubbing his hands and working his
long neck.
The fact is. Mr.. Bradstone, WIS