The Mobridge news. [volume] (Mobridge, Walworth Co., S.D.) 190?-1917, 1911-01-13
CHAPTER xKx.-corgi0uad.

He would probably be accused Of
-" crime. SO, although when the
wreck occurred J supposed everyone
connected with the affair had been
Killed, there was a chance that you
had survived. I've not lpcn Of much
account, but I didn't want a man to
swing because | left him in my place.
Besides, | began to have a theory of
my own
"As we entered the car a tall, dark
woman. passed us. with a glass of wa.
Ter in her hand. and I vaguely remem-
beTed her. She was amazingly like
Blanche Conway.
IF she, too, thought the man with
the notes was in lower ten, it ex-
planned a lot, including that piece of
. womau's necklace. She was a fury,
Blanche Conway, capable of any
thing"
Then, why did you countermand
hat messenger" / asked curiously.
when | got TO the Carter house,
and got to bed had sprained my
ankle In the jump went through
the alligator bag ] had taken from
lower nine. When found your name.
! gent the first message. Then, soon
after, I came across the notes. II
seemed too good to be true, and I was
crazy for fear the message had gone.
AT first l was going to send them
20 Bronson; then | began to see what
the possession Of the notes meant TO
me. II meant power over Bronson,
money, influence, everything. He was
a devil, that man"
We'll, he's at home now" said Nc
knight, and we were glad to laugh
and relieve the tension.
Alison put her hand over her eyes,
as II TO shut out the sight of the man
she had so nearly married. and l fur
lively touched one of the soft little
curls that nestled at the back OF her
neck.
when / was able to walk" went on
the sullen voice, II came at once TO
Washington. tried TO sell the notes
to Bronson, but he was almost at the
end of his rope. Not even my threat
10 send them back to you, Mr.. Blake
ley. could make him meet my figure.
He didn't have the money"
Mcknight was triumphant.
Il think you gentlemen will see rea-
son in my theory now" he said. Mrs.
Conway wanted the notes to force a
legal marriage. | suppose?'
Yes"
The detective with the small pack
age carefully rolled off the rubber
band, and %unwrapped 1t. / held my
breath as he took out, first, the Russia
leather wallet.
These things, Mr.. Blakeley, we
found in the sealskin bag Mr.. Sullivan
gays he left you. This wallet. Mr.. Sui
Hvan-is this the one you found on the
Aoor Of the carr"
Sullivan opened 1t, and, glancing at
sAe name inside, Simon Harrington"
rodded afirmatively.
And this" went on the detective
-shis Is a piece oil gold chain?"
1T seems to be- said Sullivan, re-
aeiling at the blood-stained end.
'This, I believe, is the dagger He
held 1t up, and Alison gave a faint
cry OF establishment and dismay. Sui
riyan's face grew CHASTITY, and he sat
dawn weakly on the nearest chair.
The detective looked at him shrewd-
81, then at Alison's agitated face.
where have you seen this dagger
before. young lady?" he asked. kindly
enough.
"Oh, don't ask mel" she gasped,
breathlessly. her yes turned on Sui.
uvan. 'Tt'g-it's too terrible!"
-Tell him." | advised, leaning over
20 her 1T win be found out later.
anyhow"
ASK him." she said. nodding toward
Sullivan.
The detective unwrapped the small
bon Alison had brought. disclosing the
trampled necklace and broken chain
with clumsy areers.b be spread IL on
A4s table and itted fhxo place the BIZ
cf chain. There could be no donb1
nat 81 hsfonged there