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Pushing her aside, the two men went through the different rooms of the little cottage, rummaging through everything, much to the dismay and indignation of Mrs. Bordine. They were dissatisfied with their search, and looked their anger as they had confronted the widow after it was all over. "Where is your son, Mrs. Bordine?" "I I'm sure I can't tell you." "But you must tell."
Referring to the insensible detective. "No, leave him to me, old fellow. You have done your complete share in disposing of the man-tracker. I will complete the work." "Better dump him in yender." "No." Perry Jounce said no more, but moved swiftly away in the gloom. Then August Bordine hastened for assistance.
"Indeed." "Yes. Poor Victoria!" "See here, Mr. Bordine, what was that girl to you?" demanded the detective, suddenly and sharply, laying his hand on the arm of his companion. A dark form dogging their steps had not been seen by either. "She was nothing to me, sir." "A friend?" "Certainly, and nothing more.
You are very kind," returned the young engineer. "I assure you it is nothing serious, but may lay me on the stocks for a day or two. I meant to assist you to-night, but, as you see, now, it is wholly out of the question." "Certainly." "Have you made any discoveries?" "None of consequence." "We are no nearer the solution of the murder mystery than ever," muttered Bordine.
Bordine, this is my old friend from Newport, Silas Keene. You may have heard me mention his name." "Yes. I have read of him as well. I am happy to clasp the hand of the most noted detective of Gotham." This was no flattery. Silas Keene was not a secondary man. He was first in everything pertaining to matters criminal.
Bordine. but it is clearly a fact that we have both been sadly deceived. Of course you suffer more than I. I am free, and truly thankful that I escaped from the snare of such a villain. If I can do anything for you I will gladly respond." "You can do nothing." The woman sighed and came to her feet. She extended her hand with: "I hope you will not blame me " "No, indeed.
Then the last comer knelt down beside the prostrate girl, and lifted her golden head to his knee. His cries and moans were heartrending. In vain Bordine tried to soothe the young man, but he found that a brother's grief was beyond assuagement. For many minutes Ransom Vane sat and moaned and wept beside his dead sister.
It was his frequent visits to Eastman's woods with gun and game-bag that brought him in frequent contact with the Vanes, and especially Victoria, who, during the short space of a few months, had become violently smitten with the handsome face and gentlemanly bearing of the young engineer. It was this fact that determined Bordine to shorten his stay at the cottage on the day in question.
She lay within the porch, while at her side was a basket overturned, its contents scattered about, as though she had been holding it in her lap at the time of the accident. Was it an accident? As soon as he could recover his self-possession, August Bordine sat down his gun and bent over the prostrate girl. There was a subdued horror in his eyes as he gazed.
Your resemblance to August Bordine puzzled me for a time. I did not discover the truth until I saw you both together the time that my faithful Tige prevented you from murdering Bordine in the fisherman's shanty. I dogged your steps and found where your wife lived. I mistrusted you meant to destroy her, and at one time tried to frighten you from your wicked purpose.
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