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I've told all I know, and I've offered a reward of £500 to discover the man who stuck Mark. If he ain't found for dollars he won't be found at all." "Probably not, Mrs. Vrain. It is now over three months since the crime was committed, and every day makes the chance of discovery less." "But for all that, Diana Vrain's going on the trail, Mr. Denzil." "Diana Vrain! Who is she?"
"Evidently," replied Lucian; "but I am almost as much in the dark as you are, Dr. Jorce. Tell me how Vrain came to be placed here, and, exchanging confidence for confidence, I'll let you know all I have discovered since the death of the man in Geneva Square who called himself Berwin." "That is a fair offer," replied Jorce, clearing his throat, "and one which I willingly accept.
Next day, without acquainting Slingerland or Larry with his purpose, Neale rode down the valley trail. He expected the road to cross the old St. Vrain and Laramie Trail, but if it did cross he could not find the place. It was easy to lose bearings in these hills.
"Of course, of course," said the old man, with a watery smile, "I mean I was very happy there. But Signor Ferruci, a black-hearted villain" his face grew dark as he mentioned the name "found me out and made me come with him to London. He kept me there for months, and then he brought me here." "Kept you where, Mr. Vrain?" asked Lucian gently. The old man looked at him with a vacant eye.
Slingerland led them up the valley at a rapid trot and soon started to climb. When he reached the top he worked up for a mile, and then, crossing over, went down into another valley. Up and down he led, over ridge after ridge, until a point was reached where the St. Vrain and Laramie Trail could be seen in the valley below.
I guess I'm sorry that Vrain got stuck like a pig; but it wasn't my fault, and I've done my best to show respect by wearing black. But it is no good going on in this way, poppa, for I've no call to excuse myself to strangers. What I want to know is how I'm going to get the dollars." "You'll have to see the assurance company about that," said Link coldly; "my business with you, Mrs.
"The most fit word, you mean," replied Lucian, impatient of this fencing. "It is no use beating about the bush, Count. I know that the man you keep in the asylum is not Clear, but Mark Vrain." "La! la! la! You talk great humbug. Mr. Vrain is dead and buried!"
Clear, and for Lydia Vrain. Ferruci, luckily for himself and his family, has escaped the law by his own act. It was the wisest thing the scoundrel could do to kill himself and avoid dishonour. I must admit the man had pluck." "It is terrible! terrible! What will be the end of it?" "Imprisonment for the lot, I expect, unless they can prove that Wrent murdered Clear; then they will hang him.
He was the first man who discovered and recognized the superior skill of Kit Carson as a hunter; and, for his subsequent success in life, Kit Carson is much indebted to him. St. Vrain is one of the oldest mountaineers now living; and, as such, he is viewed by his old and new associates in the light of a father.
Vrain and keep her wretched husband in that asylum all his life." "The best place for a lunatic," said Ferruci. "Ah!" cried Lucian. "Then you admit that that Vrain was mad?" "I admit nothing, not even that he is alive. If what you say is true," said the Italian, cunningly, "how came it that the murdered man had the scar on his cheek? He might have been like Vrain, eh, but not so much." "Mrs.
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