Wausau pilot. [volume] (Wausau, Wis.) 1896-1940, 1909-04-06

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having done anything. and he ss;d as
much, whereupon Monks fury SEEMED
about TO rise again.
Mr.. Monk cried William Jones. in
terror, look We now, tell me what's the
nlatter''
1 mean you to tell me what you have
been hiding from me all these years.
Something that might lead to her identity,
and you have kept it. thinking to realize
money upon il, or TO have me in your
power What means it? Speak, or I'll
strangIe you -
But William Jones was evidently I'M
able 10 speak, being perfectly paralyzed
with fear. Monk stretched forth his hands
to seize him again. when the old man,
who had been a Mortified spectator of
all this. suddenly broke in with:
Look We, now, | know there was sum-
mat 1t were a ieetle book, stuffed in
the front of her frock -
"A book - returned Monk. eagerly;
and what did you do with it? Tell me
that. Did you burn it?7
Burn it, exclaimed the other mo,
mister. we don't burn nothin. William
and me- You know where you put it,
William dear. In the old place"
The book has been stolen--do you
hear stolen by that young painter y
He could say no more the effect of his
words upon William Jones was electrical
He gave one wild shrek, and began tear
ing his hair. 1t now became his turn to
moan and rave and for some time nothing
coherent could be got from him.
At length. however. Monk gathered that
there was some secret hiding place which
Brinkley had discovered.
II thought his poking and prying meant
summat," moaned William Jones. Il fan
cied, too, ! seen marks i the sand, but
never could find no one near, and 1
thought they was my own marks Oh,
what viii come to me, I'm ruined -
Curse your follyv' exclaimed Monk !;
you've brought it all on yourself by
your own greed, and you don't deserve
should help you; but | will help you
Listen then. 1t is clear that this young
man has possessed himself somehow of
your secret and mine. But from what he
said to me, | fancy he has not as yet
divulged it to single soul. He is the
only human being we have to fear. We
must cease to fear him. Do you under
stand?"
No. William Jones did not under
stand; so in order to make his meaning
clear, Mr.. Monk drew him out from the
cottage and whispered something in his
ear William Jones turned as white as
death, and began to tremble all over.
II couldn't do it, SIR he moaned
Look We now couldn't do it!
Monk stamped his foot impatiently
then he turned to his frightened victim.
Listen to me, William Jones' You
ought to know by this time that I have
both the power and determination TO eff
feet my ends Continue to oppose me- and
play the fool, and all that power shall
be used against you. Do you hear? l
will ruin you! l will hand you over to
the authorities as a thief will have
you tried for concealing the papers which
might prove the identity of the child
found washed ashore fifteen years ago !.
Do you hear?"
Mr. Monk evidently knew the nature
of the man with whom he had to deal );
for after little more conversation, Will
liam Jones, covering like frightened
child. promised implicit obedience
NOW, lHeu, Sdlu NiOihs Wien he Hdu
brought matters to a satisfactory termi-
nation, you will show me this hiding
place of yours
To this William Jones at first objected,
but Monk was firm.
"Who knows" said he, ''but there may
be other things having reference to the
child. l mean to see for myself. Now,
William Jonesw
So William Jones, seeing that resist
ance would be useless, promised to con-
duet his friend to the cave; and after a
good deal of hesitation and of continued
show of unwillingness on William Jones
part. the two men started off.
When they drew near to the cave, Will
liam Jones gave a cry, and pointed to the
sand. Looking down, Monk clearly saw
footprints They followed them. and found
that they led right TO the mouth of the
cave.
Its standing open :" cried William
finger.
Follow me Y said Monk, crawling
down into the hole.
Jones followed in terror.
As he reached the rocks below he heard
a sharp cry, and looking down, saw, by
the dim light of a candle stuck in the
wall, Brinkley struggling helplessy in
the powerful grip of Monk. He had been
sprung upon from behind, and was help
less through sort of garotte.
Mortified and trembling William Jones
was rooted to his place.
suddenly he saw the young man fall
backward lifeless, and with one last gasp,
lie perfectly still. Monk stopped over
him. and booked into his face.
20 Mr. Monk - cried William, 'is he
is he"
He is dead - was the reply. 80 much
the better
AS he spoke, he bent down and searched
the young mans pockets. His brow black
ened, for he did not find what he sought.
Then he took the light from the wall,
and held it close TO Brinkley's eyes.
Satisfied that he did not breathe, he
climbed up the path and rejoined his trem-
bling companion. They passed out of the
place, hurriedly replaced the trap door,
and piled on sand and stones.
There - said Monk. with wild smile
on his deadly pale face. He won't
trouble either of us again. Come. come =.
And he strobe hastily away, followed
nv William Jones. leaving the young msn
OF the Caravan in the subterranean tomb.
(To be continued.l