Cameron County press. [volume] (Emporium, Cameron County, Pa.) 1866-1922, 1907-01-10

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then turned critic and publishers reader
and finally became manager of Bostock'.
business.
The publishers natural gravity, re
serve and self-suppression at first un
favorably impressed Headwick; bu
gradually recognizing his employer
mental strength, deep feelings and sen.
sitive disposition, he saw that Bostocl
was not an ordinary type of man, bu
that he held within himself emotiona
forces which under certain circumstances
might become strong factions for gooc
or evil in his own life or in that Of
others.
By degrees a mutual regard, founded
on understanding, arose between these
men brought into daily association and
with many tastes in common; regard
that slowly gathering strength, eventu-
ally developed into sincere and faith
full friendship on both sides.
Now when Headwick heard from
Mackworth of the accident which had
happened to the publisher, his regreat
and anxiety were great, and he instantly
prepared to start for the hospital that
he might see George Bostock if possible
or if not, that he might learn the state
of his condition for himself. But before
| Headwick could leave his rooms Mack
worth put few questions to him re-
garding the publishers relatives and
friends.
"He has no relatives; of that I am
perfectly sure" replied Headwick as he
snatched up his hat and umbrella.
"And his friends?"
"Well, | suppose I may consider my
self his closest friend. You know, of
course, he was much interested in Mrs.
Dumbarton?"
81 was aware of that" replied the in
spector drily. "You think there is no
one else who should be told of this acci-
dent in case Of"
"Why, it's not so bad as that?" ex-
claimed Headwick abruptly.
Perhaps not, but it's always well
to"
"No, there's no one else," Headwick
answered as he hurried down the stairs
of his chambers in Gray's Inn and
rushed into Holborn in search of a
cab
Mackworth followed slowly debating
with himself whether he should tell Mrs.
Dumbarton what had happened or not
Eventually he decided to consult her
cousin on this point, and leave it to him
to act as he thought best.
Valerius was at home and on seeing
the Inspector looked at him expectantly.
"You have news?" he said, anxiously.
"Not of the kind you desire, sir" an
swered Mackworth. who then proceeded
TO tell what had befallen George Bos-
took
Galbraith's prominent blue eyes bright
ened with excitement.
Il will say nothing about it to Mrs.
Dumbarton at present; she has troubles
enough already without adding to them,"
he said.s
But she will read of it in the news
papers," suggested Mackworth.
"She never looks at a newspaper now,
fearing she might see something unpleas-
ant about herself"
But if Mr.. Bostock dies?'
1T will be time enough to tell her
then"
The inspector felt that there was moth
ing more to be said on the subpject. He
had noticed that no word Of sympathy,
no expression of regret had fallen from
Valerius on hearing of the publishers
misfortune, and Mackworth was shreWd
enough to gauge the feeling which ex-
isted in Galbraith's mind and to guess
its cause.
The inspector said good night and
turned away, but scarcely had he reached
the door when Valerius called him back,
his voice sounding somewhat strained,
his manner betraying hesitation. Look
ing at him, Mackworth saw that his eyes
were full of eager inquiry, that his pale
face was full of panied agitation.
"Supposng that-that Mr. Bostock
dies?" he said, with emotion.
"Yes."
HAS it never struck you-has it never
occurred to you that secret-a secret
YOU are now striving to fathom might
die with him."
Mackworth looked at him with some
surprise, thinking that Galbraith's sus-
picions had gone hand in hand with his
own.
Such an idea did strike me, sir"
"Have you any clcw-any direct clew
connecting him with this-this deed?"
asked Nalerius quickly.
"If had he would have been arrested
before this"
Valerius was disappointed.
"Yet ! feel sure"
circumstances seem to point in that
direction, sir Do you know anything
which would help me to a discovery"
mo, no, have merely had my sus-
picions?"
Nothing more?" questioned Mack
worth.
Nothing more. If he dies the blame
will still rest upon Mrs. Dumbarton?"
"Time can only tell" replied the in
spector laconically.
CHAPTER XIX.
Early in the morning a skilful opera
ton was performed on George Bostock
by Sir Pugh Tate, who, having enlarged