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Updated: June 1, 2025
Since you are so anxious to have me out of your way, why did you not leave me to die on the vacant lot, or give the finishing stroke there. It would have been the wisest plan, it seems to me, for such a reckless villain as you are, to pursue." A low laugh fell from the lips of Barkswell. "You do not understand me yet, Mr. Keene.
The words were cut short by a quick movement on the part of Barkswell. He had sent the knife to the hilt in the bosom of the tramp. "There, that ends your career," and with the words the young villain came to his feet. He stood back with folded arms and watched the dying convulsions of his victim. Soon the huge form lay quiet, the strong limbs stiffened in death.
Barkswell wished to avoid a quarrel, and so he said with a smile: "You misunderstood my meaning entirely, Perry. Iris was determined on quarreling with me over an unimportant matter. You know she's terribly jealous, and she worked herself up into a fainting fit." Perry Jounce accepted the explanation with a growl. He did not attempt to push matters to a crisis.
The hounds of justice are on your trail, and will strike when you least expect it!" Slowly the words faded out, yet Andrew Barkswell stood there, riveted to the floor, staring as though petrified into a marble image. "Heavens!" With this one exclamation Barkswell sprang forward and gazed out into the night. He thought he saw a form moving away in the gloom.
It hasn't been used in years." "What'll you do ?" "Drop our friend into it. Nobody'll ever be the wiser." "Good heavens, what a doom!" Even the tramp shuddered at the thought of consigning a human being to that awful tomb. Nevertheless he assisted Barkswell to lift Keene and bear him to the mouth of the well. An instant later and Detective Keene shot from sight.
It did not seem possible to him then that the villain Barkswell and Bordine could be one and the same, yet it was nevertheless certain that there was a strong resemblance between the two men, and Keene was determined to watch Bordine closely. Detective Keene hurried away. Soon he was traversing one of the narrowest streets of the city.
The moment the last word fell from the lips of Barkswell Keene darted forward, full at the throat of the villain before him. "Thunderation!" With this exclamation Barkswell dropped his lantern and clinched with the detective. Both went to the floor in a terrible struggle for the mastery.
Barkswell couldn't come, and so he sent me to take his place. I would like mighty well to see you in private for a few minutes." "I kin fix that." Jounce left the room, going to the bar-room for a minute. The detective didn't mean to lose sight of his man, so he managed to watch him from a convenient position behind the screen.
"You are an angel if there ever was one." The two walked into the garden at the side of the house, where the air was cool and balmy. "I saw your son last night, Mrs. Bordine." "What! Saw August?" "Yes." The widow was all interest at once. Rose then related the interview she had with Andrew Barkswell, laboring under the delusion that he was her lover.
Then, with a great sobbing cry, Rose Alstine turned and fled from the place, dropping her veil to hide the haggard woe that reveled on her countenance. Slowly Barkswell come back into the presence of his wife. "And it is thus you would betray me," he said in an angry tone. "Iris, I am sorry that you are determined to ruin me." "Ruin you?" "That is the word."
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