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He must be held, for he is guilty of other crimes. The woman who died last night was murdered by poison administered by the hand of her husband, the man you now hold a prisoner. Dr. Wise has the proof that he will produce in good time. Furthermore, this man has another crime to answer for. "He attempted to murder August Bordine, but failed.
Bordine borrowed them, doubtless to tide over a financial difficulty." "Janet!" "Well, you can't trust these men." "But you shall not insult August with such insinuations," cried Rose, reddening indignantly. "Well, he was your only visitor. If a burglar had entered the house there would be some signs by which you could determine how he gained your room.
"Is this man and Bordine identical? That is the question," mused the detective. "I am inclined to think they are." Then he left the house and hurried swiftly away. The city of Grandon was small, and it did not require much time to traverse its entire length. In a little time the detective stood before an unpretending dwelling which had been pointed out to him as the house of the young engineer.
"You remember seeing me at your house 'tother day don't you?" "I do not." "Ain't your name Barkswell?" "No." The one-eyed man fixed his single optic on the face of the wet youth in a glance that was penetrating. "I swear, but there's a mighty close resemblance." "There must be. Many people have taken me to be somebody other than I am. I do not understand it." "What is your name?" "Bordine." "Um!"
Bordine, but August told me all about it last night. He thought it was better that I should know." The widow rubbed her eyes and still stared at the girl in complete bewilderment. "I'm sure I never heard of Iris, and I don't know what you mean." "I speak of your poor daughter " "Daughter! My daughter?" "Yes." "Goodness alive! child, I never had but one daughter, and she died in infancy.
For a moment the man-hunter could scarcely believe his senses. He sipped the hot sling, and afterward felt better, so that he sat up and gazed about him. It was the same room he had visited earlier in the evening, but the picture of home comfort was not the same, on account of the absence of the comfortable form and motherly face of Mrs. Bordine, who had retired long since to rest.
"I'm allus on hand like a thumb," chuckled the man who had rescued Bordine. "You had keys to fit the handcuffs?" "Took 'em from the bloke's pocket." "I see." Then, as he cast the bracelets from him, August bent over the prostrate form of Silas Keene. "I'm afraid you've seriously injured the man," said August lowly.
Victoria clung to the young hunter's arm after the departure of Jounce, and seemed a long time in recovering from her fright. "There's no further danger," declared Bordine, "so just calm your fears. I will remain until your brother returns." "You are very kind, August." After a little the young man quietly disengaged her hands from his arm and led her to a seat.
There was an evil glare in the eyes of the speaker. Vane continued to advance threateningly. "Stand back, I say, or you'll get a taste o' this." He displayed a huge knife, the same with which he had threatened Bordine on a former occasion. "Scoundrel!" "It won't do no good to sling words. Rans, I ain't afeard of em."
She was pale and sad, evidently having suffered not a little from the change in her affairs since she visited the grounds of the Bordine cottage. "Never mind, Janet, I do not care to read it." "Shall I read it to you?" "Yes, if you are determined." Seating herself near Miss Williams, read in slow, even tones, the announcement of he arrest of Mrs. Bordine and the flight of her son.
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