Canyon City news. (Canyon City, Tex.) 1903-1908, 1907-03-01

farther end of the corridor, where lie
tapped at u door. A voice babe us
enter
She was standing by Il window look
ing ont across the waters of the bay.
and she did not turn for an instant
not, indeed, until Godfrey had closed
the door carefully behind him. have
seen few women more regal, more
magnificent yet there was about her
in her face, in the droop of her figure
such an mir of utter misery, of exquisite
suffering. that. after the first moment,
one forgot to admire her in the desire
to be of service.
"You wished to see me - she asked,
iu a low voice.
"Yes, Miss Croydon" replied Cod
frey, more gently perhaps than lie had
intended to speak. This is Mr.. Les
ter" he added, 'who has been engaged
to defend Mr.. Drysdale."
She acknowledged the introduction
with the faintest of bows.
Il hope A1r. Lester will be success
full" she said, in the coolest of tones.
OUe WOuIu nave tliouSul Hcl Al hiSlC
chance acquaintance of my client.
saw Godfrey looking at her with
searching eyes. and his face hardened.
1--WE mean to be successful" he said
curtly. "You may as well ask us to sit
down. Miss Croydon, because our busi-
hess here will take some time, and
am sure it will tire you to stand
"Really," she began; then her eyes
met his, burning with meaning. "Oh,
very WE'LL" she said family and sank
into the chair nearest her.
"Now, Miss Croydon" Godfrey con-
tinued in the same coldly imperative
tone II inteEd to speak to you bluntly
and directly We have beaten about
the bush too long already. | see that
you are not inclined to deal frankly
with us. You have not been frank
with us from the first You have sought
to blind us, to throw us off the track.
Therefore | shall tell you what we
already know in order that you may
realize how useless it is for you to try
to hold us off We're going to see that
the guilty man is punished, not for this
crime alone, but also for that other
one at the Marathon, of which you
were the only witness. You shall not
be permitted to keep him from justice
n day longer In the first place, we
know that this man Tremaine inveigled
your sister into Il schoolgirl elOpement
and marriage; she was rescued from
him; she thought him dead; she mar
ried Delroy; came to New York; Tre-
maine followed her and attempted the
extortion of blacimail; you met him at
the Marathon; while you were talking
Thompson interfered and Tremaine
killed him. escaping before the officers
arrived. You did not know Thompson,
but YOU saw SimmOnds and me take
out his pocketboOk You heard me
read Il line or two from one of Il packet
of clippings we found there, and while
! we were in the bedroom you took those
clippings from the body and hid them
under the edge of the carpet
She breathed long sigh and sat
erect again.
"Ah," she said, with Il little smile, Il
seemed so supernatural. But now l
see where your information came
from"
1T is correct then?' asked Godfrey.
"Yes," she answered. Yes"
Godfrey leaned back in his chair, with
a long sign of relief. He had won the
battle
Miss Croydon" he said, I'm going
to reward you for your frankness by
telling you something which | had in-
tended to keep secret awhile longer.
Just to punish you. Your sister never
was the wife of Tremaine and has
nothing whatever to fear from him.
He has no hold on her at all. She has
never been anybody's wife but Mr..
Delroy's."
She was staring at him with widely
opened eyes, her hands clasped above
her heart
"Oh. il 1t were really so!' she cried.
/ "If it were really so"'
1T is So repeated Godfrey, and
took Il little yellow envelope from his
pocket. Read this" And he unfolded
a sheet of paper and held it toward
her.
! She took it with trembling hand and
read the message written upon it. but
seemingly without understanding it.
1T is a cable" he explained, from
the Records correspondent Mt Dieppe.
Your pardon Lester" he added. with
flceting smile; Il forgot to show it
to you on the trip out. Please read it
aloUl, Miss Croydon"
"The widow of Victor Charente," she
read in a low voice, died here Feb.
81, 1901. Had never married again"
She looked up, her brows still knitted
"Well" she asked.
"Well." said Godfrey, 'Nictor Cha
rente is the real name of Tremaine. He
married that girl many years before
he met your sister. She was his legal
wife Your sister never was. She was