The Northern Guardian. — 1893-12-14 (Hartlepool, Cleveland, England)

CAUGHT AT LAST;  CIIAPTER XL.  AN OLD AOQUAINTANCX  rilw.fe van Phrwitert had scarcely been remove& from the bar •after his examination. and was still waiting to be conveyed to his tempordry place of one finement, when K leek ser, heati el' and out of bre4h, rushed into the police-court. " Vhere is 24a- van Flewker?"-tie demandml el' the nearest policeman. "Oh! murder case," returned the man. "That'll al over now-Lrenianded till next week," " But vhere is he? I Vr.nt to see him—must eee him tirectly, oe puniness of the highest imbertanee." "Ah, dessay. Well, you can't see him now, without a border. Better go to his solicitor, if you know where be lives." With some trouble, lileckser, possessing informatiola which mater'ally affected the charge, succeeded, by Mr. ,lark'. ictervention, in obtaining admission to the merch-int. Censultaticn etween the three produced a plan of action. The merchant's face brightened considerably when be heard his Pubordinatp's news. Worthy Mr. Stark ihlialed innumerable pinches snug, as be smiled forth, rubbing his *hands, told you we sh,:uld have him, my dear sir. A pretty ease, a ve•ry pretty case indeed." .. As the day appointed for the remard approached, ?er. Stark'istryt iews with his client became morej frequent than ever. The ea-ening prior to the being tiKain cal/ed on, the attiumey presented hitnse at the prison with an aspect of stolid radiance. news which he communicated must have been of • exceedingly pleasuig character, foe Yen Flewket laughed hoaoly aid shipped him on the back as bd. soo,mpahied his departing visitor to the door. Punctual to the day and to the hour, Justice, whoffti ehatiot-wheels are sever clogged, brought Fabian vat/ Fleorker mtain to the Guildhall bar, upin the charge or to, 'moiety killing and slaying Raymond White. The defence di tbe merchant, hewever, was no leaves entrusteu solely to the unassisted efforts of the eelpet-table Mr. flash. Counsel had been engaged. The celehroted Ser'eant Dennis O'B'atherum, Q.C., for the borough of Illarneystone, of high-standing at the bar an. tainous forhis torty-ceitinsel power of sross-exationing a hostile witness had consented, at Mr. sfarlt's urgent request, coupled with some suds. slight inducerm nt as a fifty-guinea fee, to undertake the merchant's cause. and now in the witness-box stands M. Parlandet, still with the milikexpression of sorrowful sympathy for los hatnon's unhappy position visible 'upon his isonetenabce, w.,hing to he questioned by" Serjeant 'O'Blatherum. Close beside the learned serjeant sat ip hl-ark. reaffy to prompt the counsel if occasion re. quin ii. At the solicitors' table and in the body of the coert were several other legal gentlemen, vibe had come down on purpose to witness the anticipate& entertainment. "'row. M. Parlandet," began the serjeant, briskly, *I must ask you a few questions. You can give the IVOrthy magistrate a little ir.formation, I am told, upon a rather curious subject you went mine, tilling me what I want to know, I suppose, hey T° And •-lergeant Olilatherum drew forth his gold double eye-glass, and took a minute survey of M. Parlandet. 'the witness stoeo the ordeal fairly. Tie did not change colour—which, for reasons stated, would not have tiee.n an easy matter--and he did not flinch under the Rerjeant's ga:,e. which a less determined persollt might well have done. You see, M. Parlandet felt so thoroughly sure of his game. _  AL -sir," repeated counsel, "you won't mind giving me any little information I may require, D moppets?" " Monsieur the advocate," replied Par], gravely, in his deepest bass, "painful as it is ta. tostilf arainst my benefactor, I shall fulfil, with ermtion, hut with firmness, the duty I owe to justice and my  friend." Ve-ry good, sip; very creditable indeed. Feeling* do you honour. sir. • The duty you owe to justice and your friend.' A fine sentiment I like sentiment, M. Parlandet," said the serjeant, with an unetuotwa smack of tfte tips. "Are you a gentleman of literary tustey at all, now Do a little in the poetical line, perhapa ?" Parlandet did not do anything in the poetical line. "Pear me," returned Serjeant Orillatterum. disappointed. 1 should have thought-- but we come to th It present/v. How old are you, M. Paean. det ?"—" Forty-two.'' "Yorty-two ; and you were born, where ?"—" 10 Paris.' "Precisely, in Paris. Anywhere. near the Street of Pear', the Rye de lPaix, I thini.ynu call it; but my French is rather nui,ty."---"In the immediate vicinity."