Spirit of the age. [volume] (Woodstock, Vt.) 1845-1913, 1910-04-23


on no account to lose sight OF the fai,
Daisy. IL the person she was expect
ing did not come and she went~on In
the train would go too. II she got
out and abandoned her journey | aud
my assistants would shadow her wher
ever she went.
Contrivlng a word with Parker,
hastily sketched my intentions and
babe him go forward to the third class
carriages, into one OF which he was to
jump at the last minute IL he saw me
board the dining car.
A moment later had taken my seat
In the car. for Gilbart, after one last
distracted gaze at the station entrance,
had decided to pursue her journey. AS
the train gathered speed settled down
to the task of watching for signs of
her fraternizing with one Of the other
passengers, but nothing of the sort &C.
Cured. She sat looking out of the
window, and presently a tear stole
down her cheek-only one, but a genu-
fne tear.
Moved by a sudden impulse, ]
changed my seat and took the place
opposite to her at the white draped ia
BILE. My episcopal garb warranted, |
thought. the prefer of consolation, In
the course OF which the pumping proc
ess might be administered.
Imagine, then, my establishment
when my overtures were received
with:
whats the use OF talking like that?
You're the tee that's after Joe Brady,
amt your
denial would certainly not have
been believed, so 1 nodded admission
you've had your trouble for moth
ing, I'm afraid. He must have got
wind Of that letter and kept out of the
way"
"The letter" exclaimed in bewilder-
ment
81 wrote 1t myself" replied the girl.
~ wanted him caught, you see. Don't
ask why. It's woman's reason. But
he's too cunning for me, and now
suppose he'll kill me some time"
The ice being broken, she poured
forth a food of recriminations against
her late associate, affirming that she
had no idea Of his true character and
giving me the address Of his hiding
place In Battersea.
I'VE don't stop till Crewe, but you'd
better wire to your people from there
to arrest him or. at any rate, shadow
him till you get back" she advised.
had already decided to do so, but l
was still not quite satisfied. Why had
she gone on In the train after finding
that her communication to the police
had been abortive2
Her home was in New York, she
said, and, having her passage ticket
taken, she wished to use 1t and cut
herself adrift from evil associates. So
the train rushed northward. the other
passengers In the car soon ceasing to
be amused by the friendship struck up
between the elderly bishop and the
solitary traveller.
At last the train ran into Crewe sta
ton. and as | rose she put out her
well gloved hand. "Goodby, Mr.. Gran
than. I do hope you'll catch him"
she said. MY life won't be safe till
he's under lock and key"
But this is not goodby. | am only
going to send Off the WIRE" | said. 81
am going ON with you to Liverpool to
see you safe on board the steamer"
1t was a chance shot, but 1t went
home. She turned ashy pale. and |
knew that she had been working with
the object of getting rid of me at
Crewe. But where was Brady?
The question was answered by Daisy
Gilbart herself in the anguished cry of
"My father. oh. my fatherr' Follow
ing her gaze to the platform. saw
outside the car window two sailors of
the Majestic with linked arms. One of
them was handcuffed.
1--WE got him. sir" said Parker.
"By luck l travelled down in the same
compartment and laid few converse
tional traps for him. He had neglected
to sufficiently post himself I'm detail
about our fine old craft. l smelled a rat
before we'd gone twenty miles,"
"Daisy Gilbart" was indeed Bradys
daughter, and could not help being
sorry for her. She had made n bold
bid to hoodwink us by concentrating
the attention of our combined forces
on the dining car while her father trav-
eled In another part of the train, but
she hardly allowed for the caution of
an experienced officer