Lewiston evening teller. [volume] (Lewiston, Idaho) 1903-1911, 1907-09-21
The Woman In
the Above.
~ ANNA KATHARINE. GREEN.
Aathor Of 1.-The MTllIOnairs Bay" 'Ths
Fuigree Ball." 'The HOuse h the
Mist" THE AmetAyH
Box" Etc.
'epyrieht, 1905. The BObbs-Merrill %.
CHAPTER Xxx.

al got what you Wa0IeQE T. asked
A Sweetwater when they were
- well away from the shore and
the voice they had heard calling at in
tervals from the chasm they had left.
"Yes. You're a good fellow. 1t could
not have been better managed" Then,
after pause too prolonged and
thoughtful to please Sweetwater, who
was burning with curiosity If not with
some deeper feeling, what was that
light you burned-a match?"
Sweetwatcr did not answer He
dared not. How speak of the electric
torch he as a detective carried in his
pocket? That would be to give himself
away. He therefore let this question
slip by and put in one of his own.
"Are you ready to go back now, sir?
Are we all done here?" This with his
ear turned and his eye bent forward,
for the adventure they had interrupted
was not at an end, whether their part
In 1t was or not.
Mr.. Grey hesitated, his glances fol-
lowing those of Sweetwater.
"Let us wait" said he in a tone
which surprised Sweetwater "If he is
meditating an escape, must speak to
him before he reaches the launch. At
all hazards" he added after another
moments thought
"All right sir. How do, you pro-
POSE
His words were interrupted by
shrill whistle from the direction of the
bank. Promptly and as If awaiting
this signal the two men in the rowboat
before them dipped their oars and pull
ed for the shore taking the direction
of the mandatory.
Sweetwater said nothing, but held
himself in readiness.
Mr.. Grey was equally silent, but the
lines of his face seemed to deepen in
the moonlight as the boat, gliding rap
idly through the water, passed them
within dozen boat lengths and slip
ped into the opening under the manu-
factory building.
snow rowF' he cried. make for
the launch. Wen intercept them on
their return"
Sweetwater, glowing with anticipa-
ton, bent to his work. The boat be-
meath them gave bound, and in few
minutes they were far out on the wa
tiers Of the bay.
They're comingp' he whispered ca
gerly as he saw Mr.. Grey looking anx-
iously back. How much farther shall
I go?'
IJust within hailing distance of the
launch" was Mr.. Grey's reply.
.a az
with glance, stopped at the proper
point and rested on his oars. But his
thoughts did not rest. He realized that
be was about to witness an interview
whose Importance he easily recognized.
How much of 1t would he hear? What
would be the upshot and what was his
full duty in the case? He knew that
fAis man Wellgood was wanted by the
New York police, but he was possessed
with no authority to arrest him even if
he had the power
Something more than / bargained
for" he inwardly commented. But
wanted excitement, and now l have
got 1t. If only can keep my head
level, may get something out of this,
If not all could wish"
Meantime the second boat was very
nearly on them. He could mark the
three figures and pick out Wellgood's
head from among the rest. 1t had a
resolute air. The face, on which, to
his evident discontinue, the moon
Ehone, wore look which convinced the
detective that this was no patent med
icine manufacturer, nor even a cater
er's assistant but a man of nerve and
resources, the same, indeed, whom he
had encountered in Mr.. Fairbrother's
house with such disastrous, almost ia
tai, results to himself.
The discovery, though an unexpected
one, did not lessen his sense Of the ex-
IRENE helplessness of his own posi-
fion. He could witness, but he could
not act; follow Mr.. Grey's orders, but
indulge In none of his own. The de-
tective must continue to be lost In the
valet, though 1t came hard and woke a
sense Of shame in his ambitious breast
Meanwhile Wellgood had seen them
and ordered his men to cease rowing.
"Give way, there" he shouted.
''We're for the launch and in q hurry"
AhSiS SoLhc ohc nSle WIN WANTS
TO speak to you, Mr.. Wellgood," Sweet
water called out, as respectfully as he
could. "Shall mention your name %
he asked of Mr. Grey.
1No, will do that myself" And
raising his voice, he accosted the 9TH
CT with these words: st am the man,
Rercival Grey, of Darlington Manor,
England. should like to say a wor
TO you before you embark"
A change, quick as Lightning and a.
most as dangerous, passed over tn
face Sweetwater was watching wit
such painful anxiety, but as the othe
added nothing to his words and scenes