Waterbury evening Democrat., 1907-06-22
He was face to face with Philip Am

| speech, or the power to move. He harbored no delusions. This was no ghost coming to trouble his soul in broad daylight. It was Philip Anson himself, alive and in full possession of his senses, a more terrible apparition than any visitor from beyond the grave. His presence in that room meant penal servitude for life for Vic. tor Grenier, prison cell instead of palatial chambers, bread and skilly in place of Carlton luncheons.
 No wonder the scoundrel was dumb, that his tongue was dry. He went cold all over, and his eyes swan.
 Philip advanced toward him. Grenier could not move. He was glued to his chair.
 "Who are you?" said Anson sternly. No answer. As yet the acute brain refused to work. Lost-ruined-no es. cape-were the vague ideas that jos tied each other in chaos.
 Can you not speak? Who are you that dares to usurp my name after l striving to murder me|
 No answer. The shifty eyes-the eyes of a detected pickpocket-wander- ed stupidly from Philips set face to that of the perplexed hotel manager and the gravely amused doctor. Philip never used strong language, but he was greatly tempted at that moment.
 "Confound you!' he shouted. "Why don't you answer mel"
 'I-my name is Philip Anson. The manager-the-bank." AS spent fox will yainly try the last despairing device of climbing a tree in full sight of the hounds. so did Victor Grenier evolve the desperate scheme that perhaps perhaps - he might carry out feeble pretense of self assertion.
 If only he could get away into the crowded station, into the streets, slink into obscurity while the chase swept past, he might yet epdeayor to escape.
 ''You Philip Anson! You vile im- postor! am sorely inclined to wiring your neck!'
 Philip came nearer. In sheer fright lest the other might give effect to his words Grenier again backed his chair violently. It caught against a thick rug, and be fell headlong. For an in- stant they all thought he had hurt himself seriously. N ~ The doctor and manager ran to pick him np, but he rose to his knees and whined:
 T will tell everything. I mean, there is some mistake. Look at my letters, my bank books. They are Philip An sons. Indeed, there is mistake"
 On the table were many documents and pile of bank notes. Everything was in order, neatly pinned and dock eted. A number of telegrams, of which the topmost was signed Evelyn caught Philips eye. He took them up, |SNot only were his0 betrothed.si mes sages preserved, but copies of Gre nier's replies were inserted in their proper sequence.
 And Eyelyn's letters, too, lay before him. He flushed with anger as he read.
 "Oh," he cried in sudden blaze, If I talk with this scoundrel I shall do him an injury. Send for the police. They will know how to deal with him"
 The mere mention of the police gal vanized Grenier into the activity of a wildcat He had risen to his feet and was standing Imply between the doc tor and manager when that hated word electrified him.
 With one spring he was free of them, rushing frantically to the door. After him went all three, the manager lead ing.
 Grenier tore the door open and got outside. It was hopeless attempt. He would be stopped by hotel porters at the foot of the stairs by the managers loud voiced order. Yet be raced for dear liberty, trusting blindly to fate.
 And fate met him more than half way.
 A tall man coming upstairs with a page boy encountered Grenier flying downward. He grabbed him in clutch of iron and cried sardonically:
 'No. you don't! A word with me first if the devil was at your heelsr'
 Intent on his prize, he paid no heed to others. 4
 Which Is his roomy' he said to the boy.
 No. fl, sir" stammered the young ster. who thought that miIlionaires should be treated with more ceremony than this wolf eyed stranger bestowed on the great Mfr. Anson.
 "Go on, then. I'll bring him.!
 "It is Jocky Mason" murmured Phil ip to Dr. scarth. With the manager they had halted in the corridor. Ma son strode past them. with eyes only for the covering Grenler. who was making piteous appeals tc be set free.
 The stronger TufEan threw his con- federate Into room fl and was about to close the door when he saw Philip. close behind him. He stepped back a pace. mute, rigid. seeking with gllring eyes to learn whether or not he was the victim of hnllueination.
 Philip knew him instantly. The voice he heard on the stairs. the po- liceman's rough but accurate picture. the recollection of the captive of John sons News. all combined to tell hin that in truth Jocky Mason stood be- fore him.
 More than that. the vould be mur derer handled his acc1mplIee in q w9y that promised interesting develor~ naufs Novv uo-rhauca tha tr-,sh