Widnes Examiner. — 1892-12-17 (Widnes, Cheshire, England)

THRILLING LOVE STORY.. BY LAURA. JEAN LIBBEY.  CHAPTER XXXVIII. THE HAND OF DOODi. "This is one of the strangest and most intricate cases on record," muttered the chief, thoughtfully, long after Arthur had left him. "I will detail two of the best men we have to hunt Lyons down, and bring him to justice." Bet if the earth had opened and swallowed him, he could not have been more completely lost to the world. At length a very cunning device was resorted to. An item was sent to the leading journals, in which it was stated that a very disgraceful street brawl had occurred on Lexington Avenue, and the participants, two well-known young society gentlemen—Mr. Frank Lyons and a Mr. Smith—had both been placed under immediate arrest, and were then "in durance vile." As had been expected, one of these paragraphs met Frank Lyons's eye, and he presented himself at the office of the paper to demand a retraction. He was invjted into the private office to await the coming of the editor, and word was immediately sent to the detective bureau. The chief, with one of his men, lost no time in making Lyons their prisoner. They had wisely concluded to say nothing about the Pittsburgh affair, until they had learned the whereabouts of lonie Lawrence. As the officer stepped forward, placed his hand upon Lyons's shoulder, and said: "You are my prisoner," Lyons wheeled suddenly about, and exclaimed. "May I ask upon what charge?" "Upon the charge of abducting Miss lorrie Lawrence," was the quiet reply. "At whose instigation ?" he demanded. "Mr. Arthur Rochester's," was the reply. At first he tried bravado, and declared it was all a mistake; but that failed him, and when he saw the handcuffs he fell back like one half fainting. "You say it was Arthur Rochester who caused my arrest ?" he asked, bitterly. The man nodded. "Then that is one more item added to the account I have to settle with him," he said, with an insolent  laugh. "Mr. Rochester is, or Was, the young lady's lover," the detective went on. "Poor fellow he has been driven almost mad over the affair. Losing her almost ruined his life, he loves the girl so dearly." Again that insolent, sneering laugh fell from Frank Lyons's Tips. "It ruined his life did it?" he repeated. "I am right well pleased to know that; I wish it had killed him. He shall never know from my lips the whereabouts of lonic Lawrence." Those words assured the detective two things: that Lyons knew where the girl was, and that she was Miss Lawrence still.  "Where are you taking me?" cried Lyons, aghast, as they stopped before the Tombs, and the officer invited him to enter. "Where you will in all probability remain until you disclose the whereabouts of Miss Lawrence. I cannot answer.now further than that." "Then I shall die here," responded Frank Lyons, with a harsh, discordant laugh. "I am master of the situation, and I intend to remain so." "W' shall " returned th. fficer  ,e si see, urn. e officer, grimly; when three days passed, and Lyons was still obdurate, matters were assuming a serious aspect. To Arthur Rochester those hours that passed were like the agonies of death. Anothe- :k of tortur- 0 again, upon  1 ssed,  a.nother week Lure pat— ..., an, _ being approached, Lyons refused to speak. "I will use my last inducement," said the detective, as he started for Lyons's cell. It was a shock to Lyons when he discovered the double charge on which he was to be triFd—for that murder committed in Pittsburgh on that bitter winter night, as well as for the abduction of lonia Lawrence.  A RUNCORN Bb: