The Eureka sentinel. [volume] (Eureka, Nev.) 1902-current, 1913-08-23

n~eA'ousiy' lhis IL all ~suppoSlng. Ill
have supposed a thousand such theo-
ries, most of them just as wild no
doubt"
He slowly opened his lips. What he
had intended saying, however. was not
uttered; the train had come gradually
to a stop. People looked out over a
houseless landscape. A little accident
ahead of them, said the porter, pass
ing at that moment down the aisle.
No. 3, the express, had met with a
slight mishap to a car coupling, a de-
fective spring or something of the
kind. They would have to wait here a
few moments; the 11:30 accommoda-
ton was also held up farther down
the line. Bolger rose with an express
sion of annoyance. Bruce held the
newspaper before his face. but neither
the detective nor Miss Burke looked
back at him. Both moved toward the
front and stepped out upon the plat
form to peer ahead. All the other oc-
cupants. except Bruce, sooner or later
followed their example.
That young man fingered a brief
while longer in the Pullman then saun-
tered back into his W coach.
Through the window he could see
James. the valet, on the green: far
Their toward the front of the train Mr..
Bolger and Flossie. Bruce noticed
the young woman's lips we're set hard
with a determined expression that
T1fhar M rrnd fhafr xirf1 fIIrA-z
Miss Burke had finally and irrevocably
made up her mind to something-to,
what?
Bruce, apparently hoping against
hope, looked for some happy chance
to extricate himself from the constant
ly enlarging circle of hostile forces.
you didn't hear any details at the
last station?" he now asked the con-
ductor as that individual, with a look
of superior u%nconcern, approached.
Whether any damage was done TO the
passengers or-the car carrying the ex-
press parcels? BY the way, what
would become of the latter. in Ease
the train should have been somewhat
badly wrecked?"
"Oh, | suppose they'd be transferred
to the accommodation"
Bruce forgot about Miss Burke now.
He had nc room in his thoughts on the
instant for Sir Archibald's valet. In
his minds eye he could see only one
figure-a little brown man, very useful.
very helpful. securing possibly one of
the packages.
How long they had remained here
stationary already. He took out his
watch. Only five or six minutes at
best? He could hardly believe the in
terval had been so short. Mechani-
cally he watched the passengers with
out.
All clear 10Y to town-the statement
circulated from lip to lip. Half an
hour and they would be at the sta
ton in New York. In half an hour
and after that?
As the train drew up at the end of
its journey. Bruce got out quickly and
started toward the gate. The 11:30 ac-
commodation had, but a few minutes
before. pulled in on the next platform.
said the man carrying his grip. And
the express train before that? Ii. too,
had arrived. The accident wasn't
worth speaking of. the man had heard
something trifing gone wrong with
the engine. outside the gate a throng
of people awaited the passengers. and,
close to the narrow opening, Bruce
held back to allow Miss Flossie and
Bolger, who were some distance ahead
of him, to disappear from sight.
James. the valet, a good deal in the
dark, watched the young man at u re-
spectful distance and wondered. He
saw him, however, after Il few mo-
ments. again press ON through the gate
and walk rapidly toward n of the
main entrances. But he did not reach
it without a trifing mishap. Some one,
neatly attired, hurrying for Il train,
ran into him. The young mans hat
was knocked off. He halted with IN
exclamation of annoyance to recover it.
The stranger, however, at nee stop
ped, stopped and with an expression of
regret rendered it politely TO Chatield
Bruce, then hurried on toward the in
formation office.
Stepping into the street, Bruce hur-
ried past a carriage stand. No, he
would not take n cab. Caglioni. not
thinking any one followed him on the
flyer, would probably content himself
with that less speedy and expensive
equipage, in which event he. Bruce, in
IL taxi, might reach a much desired
point as o as Sir Archibald's secre-
tary. The express parcels, no doubt,
We're on their way there by this time.
He had marked his little bundle, sent
through Simpson, Ito be called for.
Who would call for it? Caglioni knew
the address on ii and could describe 1t.
The secretary was not one lightly to
be doubted. He wore good clothes ami
looked prosperous, for a foreigner.
Bruce felt almost positive the ordinary
express clerk would deliver him the
parcel or. if he refused, could AT least