. “i Lu'HiiM I 4:493:0111. 1:1 till. I. d 1 “1' {\‘Illfilliiiim‘li’liflfii WNW : #31:": .=I:si?1!i?§‘"ll11i11 "WW WI W l1 "Ii? 1!"! ma... Copyrighted. 1896. M Dunn no Anus. Exmxn AB SECOND Cuss Mn'rtn u- m: Saw you. N. Y.. P031- OrnCI. j S. 189?.— Published 1cm, €560.ng (f fldams, @ablishers, Ton cenuwopy. N 0- Weekend”. 92 WILLIAM STREET. NEW YORK “.00 u You. L ‘I'J'iuf “; "‘ II 15' MKV~*** ‘ ~, w» “WWW ‘ “ “I .~- ""4?‘ i ' ., «l. x , ‘\\\:\*\}§ \‘ ‘ " 7 uh {I - I a mm. A. .x ‘ . l , x \ A ' 1.. '. \ ‘ e‘Hzif w J [ _ ‘Lfi ‘; OR, THE HIGAGO GROOK’ i j .. °'DEAL°° ” ‘ j*.“'“WWWWMMM1 " mummr ' I'9‘“WW533?”mama?2:, } f I. “I”? K!" M I THE MILLIONAIRE MINER. H ; lLmui.:M}§mhr CHAPTER I. ’I‘HIC NIGHT 'HzAnlcluY. . ‘ THE MYSTERY ()F‘ -9“. if—“‘.‘ The grout frnsh-watvr Rm known as Lakv Superior was surging and heaving under the efforts of u hvuvy wind. and night. hung: likc- :1 Imll nw-r thu wan-rs. [t was a fit night {or Ihv mnnnissiun of an awful ('rimv, and thv many pus- .._..._—a svngors on board tho Luke wan, :L “I WILL WA'H’H 'I‘HA'I‘ MAN," ’I‘HHI HHT T1)“ 'u'xxm,’ As 11}; \\ 1-,x'r To 1;]{EAM:A’I.;haye-' a motive that will harm not honest man,” answered the strap r. »“ Will, «you answer, a: few lmore “an s- n ‘ i L: f i .- ‘ x 5. . 1,_can."’v _, - - '1‘,Thn‘h3is sailsisctdry. V _ , Mr. Ward been‘bn deck are he fell into .‘the like?” u’. 3' ,g’j“ ‘_ 4.51;} " bout, an: an. hour; “this dadghter Laura remembers rightly. He went ' up toi‘enjoy' alsrnohe'lwith at- , sm.,..H-e ind not (mind the wind4thei‘»=oid'man _ ad‘ . l ‘ . ‘5 Urnpt'e'd. the man’s',musinx.'*w~ . 111E .1 men; 1 You’re; wantedflabdyef" , ml enigmatiigmnoniaera, r r (in or eyes gleaned t can she did not’iaintwh’en ’wiu ‘ioid her‘ head against his manly, breast and wept-l. This, was the thought that and ex’— ‘ .t the ',He'.anust have ainple"proot ere be” pro- , A {coed d to ‘open accusation. ~ with a pair oi; eyes so sharp ‘ long" had" well, "19m: thinking ;he is 'oncs“ioilowed 'thegses—ioand it-ggave ‘ int 4 "r pleasure, to , lpok upon-i the'l‘ high rolling ,‘ rw‘gyss and. listen Ito‘v'thogcmsh “oi the he? ",1 "Walked away athepilot-‘lrom. ,- . alias viral-{haltedglisn ‘ ; mm a; all 1‘59. . 98.11281”, xediu'pon hi" hadseen‘bei r m - piercing~ him through and through. He shifted his position and looked away. .Again the stranger—Tom Tunnel, the . detective~touched Will‘s arm. “Mr. Armor, was this man Ward one likely to fall into the sea?——you say h was an old sailor? " ‘ “I confess it does seem a little strange,” agreed William. “I know old‘ Ward was not easily thrown oiT his sea . legs, and the vessel was not rolling bad— ly. hes, it is strange that the old gen- tleman should have fallen overboard." “ Exactly.” muttered ‘Tom, Tunnel. “Between you and me, Will, he did not fall overboard.” ' ' ' a: H ’I The, detective. felt start and tremble under his touch. “ Harry Ward did not fall overboard," again asserted Tom Tunnel, still keep-' ing his hand on the arm of the young; voyager. ' . “What do you mean?" , - “ Harry Ward was stabbed and buried into the water!” The lips of the speaker were bent to, the ear of young Armor, and the words. were sent with hissing emphasis to the startled brain of the young 'raveler. , “Murdered?” ‘ gasped. ill, reeling' back against the rail as though stricken by a blow. . . , ‘ CHAPTER II. - . frim T)ETECTIVE-SHADO“’ER SHADOWED. “ Aye, murdered! " asserted Tom Tun- nel, a feeling of' elation, of tkeen tri--~ umph iill‘ingwhis heart, asvhe re lizedw' that, perhaps, even now he had his and On the assassin. , , g I William Armor was ‘unable to speak for some moments. The other’s informa- tion, or rather. assertion) quite startled and weakened the youth for the time. as-it the‘sco‘nsciousness of guilt, so overwhelmed'Will? “My. soul ll”: 2 finally gasped Armor, .‘.‘ this, cannotbéi, : Harry Ward had not ‘f-Perhaps she had a ‘iover? "- 'Agah“ ‘wm'm’ted? and'tl'émbléd. his ' " . emotion-did not escape the,.-‘n'otice or the? other.'f‘He felt that‘he was on the. right tra , yet, at the same time, he was not an to takesuch things for granted. “ bu have not answered my mues- trons} said Tom Tunnel, 'a'o length. “No; I cannot answer it." “WhY-not?“ . " .i “ Because I ‘do not know-,5- Laura had lovers or not. ".E-zth Pilot“; however.” \ --'~ . xiiliv'in" " . ' " v“ I suppose you Ii' u that direction?", [j'h j. ., ‘ r u n "V. V V I . ‘ "‘. Yes, you, Wi‘iliam .Armori” . i ‘ " Sir, I, refuse to be questioned er." and, with the ah" -\ ,. loose and-walked sturdy. ‘ . For some"inonients the, lake” dewi‘vefl' hood 'by‘the- rail in’ a musing attitude: , a "5802.; :13.0! b be muttered: moat} begin ’to tread close on his-s . , . , , . the: know. that the old' millionaire. will any :« cenclufiions.?.- "Tom: , ,, ,. and: in Mirth VtImO'astobd; of so lamprthat flourednogx a r « h .i. iédnsiii‘t an hinge light; r , 9a 9! There mam ‘ the young man that; i - ' I‘lii J. l‘lolih'iai’zu ‘ Ether - . i . . \ l. . in, , 'iurth-T" ‘ _ one. il’t 'qui‘chi', ' ‘ anger, the Young Voyage .tore himself; v. . . . "the you - chap pretendsito. beindignant the" I)! .n r ( Ii; ‘ \ ,i, ,, .i wt . {J V x .‘ " \t“; , C" v o .3, A. _\ c\ ..W 4‘ ' ‘x . . '41; _ ' ., w '- . "2« . .. -~’,::..E.:..:s'»~m-“1-sw-- r AL -. .. Va A f. at .:" .. 13 ( an enemy in the'fiorld; Who would'wlsh 5w 'kill him‘i'} r j: ,2, my». .. ‘ -_. -‘ ., "_ Who, would ‘béribenefitéd 'byfthe old i i: ,1 millionaire‘s death?"12iqiioried;‘,rp Tun. " nelp solemnly., x first» . “No one." . gi- v ‘ " Are you sure? “tad. . : . i‘ r "I am.’ Laura ,waszthe only child.” f i . ., ‘ t 1! ' ' ' new with. and it‘thlaf army moneys ' .' in the. business of. man‘ unting'l,’ shouldai» at once. cowhide-that this. .IWill ,Arti‘itlit’l (was the guilty man. I’m not-sure of, it," .gpwfivor. and" it his? not runaways“. ’3 or 117ij V , 5‘ .1 The Detective in Mask. depth of cunning that lurked there. The eyes belonged to the man who had sum- moned him above, an hour before. They were not the eyes of Will Armor, but whose? Tom Tunnel determined to know. He glided forward quickly, and struck out sharply with his hand, but did not touch the owner of the eyes. “Ha—ha-ha!” came a low, mocking laugh. He had been foiled, but stepped for- ward into the shadows, peered into the wheel-house, and saw that the steers- man was busily engaged with his duties. Where had the man with the evil eyes gone? Tom could not say, and he pro- ceeded to the cabin. Laura had retired to her state-room, from whence an occasional sob and moan came, to tell the fact that the maiden still suffered the bitterest agony over the loss of her parent. The detective met Will Armor at the foot of the stairs. One glance into the young man’s white face was sufficient to show Tom that he was not recognized. The detective was dressed in an ordinary suit of clothes, and being undersized and rather insig- nificant looking, none on the Lake Queen suSpected that he was one of the most noted detectives in the West. Tom Tunnel scanned the face of young Armor closely, as he paced the floor with evident agitation. _ ' v “Is he guilty?”' This question was continually upper- most in the mind of the detective. It was a question he was not yet ready to an- swer. ' ' ‘- At length Will looked at Tom—looked him square in the eye. “Young man, you’re in trouble,” said the detective, plucking at the short, gray beard which was used to disguise the lower part of his face. “Yes, in deep trouble,” admitted Will- iam, after a moment’s hesitancy. “ Can I help you in any way?” “I think not,” grimly. “ Are you ac— quainted in Marquette and Ishpeming? ” “ Well. Are you going to those towns? ” “The boat lands at Marquette,” ob- served the young man. “ I shall disem- bark there now.” “ 9) “Yes. I meant to continue on to l’Aul, but now I shall stop at Marquette and look after Miss Ward until she arrives safely at her destination.” “Certainly, she will need some one, and I think you would please her better, perhaps, than any other person. I stop at Marquette, and if I can be of the least assistance command me.” “I will.” Will Armor resumed his nervous walk across the floor, while the detective re- tired to his room. Why was it, the reader will ask, that Tom Tunnel, should suspect foul play when the cry of man overboard ” rang through the ship. The question can be answered in a few words. Tom Tunnel, as he was called, had watched the movements of two persons on the boat since leaving Detroit, and‘ he had made a discovery during that 'time. William Armor was certainly desper- ately in love with Laura, the millionaire’s daughter, and to the detective it was _ plain to be seen that she was not indif- - ferent to him. Another fact was equally plain; the old mine-owner did not like Will, and frowned on his suit for Laura’s hand. To the keen-eyed detective this was appar- ent. On one occasion Tom Tunnel had heard the two men quarreling; high words "passed between them, and the detective thus knew that all was not] harmony with the love affairs of the, young people. All that he had seen and heard came back to Tom Tunnel with tenfold force ‘ with the disappearance of the million- :_.,, a, \ ‘ aire. . The? detective had that evening stood by the rail, not twenty feet from two men who were conversing in low tones, when one of them suddenly departed, and, two minutes later, Tom was startled by a low cry, the purport of which was such as to prove beyond a doubt that a mur- der had been committed. “Will—Will, don’t kill me!” In a husky gurgle came the words, yet plainly audible to the sharp ears of the detective. The words were immediately followed by a dull thud; then a body was flung over the rail into the water. The next moment a man darted from the rail and was lost to view. In attempting to follow him Tom Tunnel slipped and fell. As he regained his feet he shouted “Man overboard!” and soon all was commotion on board the steamer. What followed the reader knows. When Tom Tunnel drew on his cloth- ing the next morning and started to leave the state-room, his quick eye caught a bit of folded paper, which had been thrust under the door. He quick— ly picked it up, and, unfolding it, read: “Mr. Detective—You’re on the wrong scent this time, but let me warn you that if you don’t keep your nose out of my affairs you’ll get the worst of it. I am in dead earnest and mean business. W. A.” “W. A.,” muttered the detective with a frown. “- That stands for William Ar- mor, of course.” Tom Tunnel stood for some moments in a thoughtful attitude. He did not consider the threat conveyed in the note; he had met such things before; but he was studying the motive of the one who sent the warning. At length he seemed to arrive at a conclusion, and a smile swept his face. “This helps to lift a. load from my mind, for I like Will,” muttered Tom. “The assassin has overshot the mark this time. This proves to me, if it proves anything, that Will Armor is not the man who murdered Harry Ward, and that the real assassin is very anxious I should think Will the guilty man. It proves also that I am spotted.” There was a significant emphasis in the detective’s last words. ' The note informed him that he was known, and that he must be on his guard if he, too, would not follow Harry Ward. ‘ “ It’s the man with the snake-like eyes. I’ve met him twice; that is, his eyes,” muttered Tunnel, crumpling the note in his hand and thrusting it in his pocket as he passed from his state-room. The storm had abated and the sun was smiling upon the lake with its still fur- rowed bosom, when Tom came on deck. He saw nothing of Will, and, produc- ing his cigar, puffed leisurely as he leaned idly against the rail. Of a sud- den, however, he started nervously, and looked about him to see a pair of snake- like eyes, full of cunning and deceit, fixed upon him. CHAPTER III. THE MAN WITH THE BALEE‘UL EYES. “ Ah, good-morning, sir.” Detective Tunnel looked in some sur- prise into the face of the man before him—a tall, stout man, with gray beard, and a stoop in his shoulders, his face shadowed by a broad-brimmed hat. There was nothing evil-looking about the man save his eyes. He he‘d out his hand and grinned good- naturedly. . “ Good—morning,” answered Tunnel, as he took the proffered hand, a large one, and shut down upon it. with an iron grip. The stranger continued to smile, how- ever, and did not seem to mind the de- tective’s savage clasp. ~ “The hasty storm is over, I reckon.” ,“I reckon so,” assented‘ Tom. ' “ Goin’ ,ter Marquette? ” “Perhaps.” ‘ I _The detective resumed his cigar, and ‘4'»? . .X; looked once more out upon the blue bos- om of Superior. “Stranger in these parts?” persisted the man. “Somewhat.” “ Mebbe you wouldn’t mind tellin' your name? " “ Not at all. I wear." Tom turned his keen glance once more on the face of his interlocutor, and caught again that cunning gleam of the eye. This soon faded, however, when the man discovered that he was being keenly scrutinized. He laughed and said: “A real good name. I like the sound of it. A most sing’ler thing, ain't it, that my name‘s Jackson, too? ” “ Your name Jackson?” “ Yes; Billy Jackson, from Jericho." . . The detective laughed, tossed his ci- gar away, and went into the cabin, as the bell had rung for the morning meal. Who "we Billy Jackson? Tom Tunnel did not remember seeing the man before this morning. He was more than half inclined to believe that the fellow was in disguise. He certainly had those piercing, snake- like eyes that had so strangely haunted him since the previous night. “ I will watch that man.” thought Tom Tunnel, as he went to breakfast. He expected, Billy Jackson to come in to the table, but he did not, and the strangest part of it was, the old fellow did not materialize again during the day. “The fellow keeps mighty dark, seems to me,” muttered the detective. Late in the day Detective Tunnel met William Armor on the deck. He was looking pale and worn; evidently he had passed a sleepless night. “How is Miss Ward to~day? ” queried Tom Tunnel. ‘ i “ Ill.” , “ That is bad. I hope it is nothing se- rious? ” “I do not know. Jackson.” “Yes,” admitted the detective. He was eyeing the young man sharply, endeavoring to satisfy himself as to the guilt or innocence of Will Armor. The case puzzled him exceedingly. He was sure that the wealthy mine-owner had been murdered, but to prove this, and also to fix the crime upon the guilty person, was, he realized, a most difficult task. “ It would have been very sad, even had the death of Mr. Ward been purely acci- dental,” pursued the detective; “but—” "‘ Man, hold!” cried William Armor, turning rather fiercely upon the detec- tive. “ You must never intimate again that Mr. Ward was murdered. A mere suspicion of such a thing amounts to nothing, and I believe you have no proof.” 4 “Why do you think so.” “Because—because—well, I know you have none,” stammered Will, in a tone of desperation. “He shows guilt,” thought Tom Tun— nel. “ I will probe him a little further." “William Armor, as I said once be- fore, Mr. Ward was stabbed and thrown into the lake, and by the man who would be most benefited by such a move. I can swear to this." , “Can you? ” with an incredulous look. “Yes. I was near when the deed was done.” “Ha!” and Will turned quickly, al- most fiercely, upon Tom Tunnel, seizing him by the arms. clinching them in a. ’ grip of steel, while his white teeth gleamed, and a fierce glow shot from his eyes. “ You were near—perhaps you wielded the knife! ” But the detective did not quail under the fierce glance and fierce words of the young man. ,1 “ Look out, Will Armor. You are giv- ing yourself dead away!” warned Tom Tunnel, sharply. ' Will reeled back, his face growing white as death. Sam Jackson’s the handle It’s terrible, Mr. ”\ ' ‘ " ’. ,* ' g-lef . a». . .. V. The. Detective 4_ “My God! what do you mean? ” “This, young man,” uttered the de- tective, in a thrilling whisper, as he bent his lips close to the face of his compan- ion, “ I have evidence that convicts you as the murderer of Harry Ward. I have but to say the word, and you go to prison the moment you set foot on dry land." Will Armor seemed quite overcome. He , stood trembling and cowering before the detective like the veriest criminal, and for a moment the keen-eyed detective was almost persuaded to bring the affair to a conclusion by arresting Will at once. Tom Tunnel was not the one to move ' without sufficient evidence, however. The ' actions of Will Armor were those of a guilty man, and yet, in spite of all, the detective was in gravest doubt, and then to arrest Will would shut out investiga- tion in another direction, perhaps. He thought then of the sinister, ser- pent eyes. ~ ‘ , These Will did not possess. “ Will Armor," said Tom Tunnel, sol- emnly, taking one of the young voy- ‘ affair, and now I ask you what you r guilty! ” ’ . It-‘was a strange, perhaps foolish, ques- tion to ask, yet the detective felt in- A‘ . ' spit-ed to utter the words, and a moment ' '. after he saw thewisdom of his course. ’ Will looked at him, a deep glow suffus- fng his pallid face, and said, in husky accents: ’ "‘Nohno, no! as God hears me, I did u not harm H rry Ward! Why should I ’ stain my sou with such a crime? ” . ‘ There was such a deep fervency in the ' words, such honest, heartfelt earnestness, gas, to carry conviction to the heart of Tom Tunnel. ' ‘ " Will, I believe you,” he said. with * frankness. “ Now, then, I want your conv- fldence'.” ’ k l ’ '5 “You shall have it, sir,” asserted Will, ' V with prompt assent. , “Doubtless you have suspected ere "this mycalllngi.” I "You are a detective? ” C(Ye8'91 "‘ Your name is not Jadkson, hut— ” “Call me Jackson; it will do for the present,” interrupted the detective. “ Of course I did not come u the lakes to ‘watch over the destinies f the Wards, «but on an errand of my own. I have ,heoome suddenly interested in this case, he ever, ‘and I want your assistance, iiiWil lam Armor?” , ,t“ In securing’ the murderer of. Mr.- - N 7} chi“ Yes.” , if} You shall have it. My time shall be ‘deVOted to the solvirig'bf the mystery that surrounds the disappearance of the mine-owner." ' x‘ " To me it is not a mystery,” answered om Tunnel. ‘ The old gentleman was , and his assassin is now “‘ That will be difficult." *-“".What, if he is on the boat? " f!“ Yes, even then. How are we to know i _ ' man?” ’ . ' ,. Sure enough; how are we to know? ” 9Tb tell the truth," went on Tom, " I " ave pretty strong evidence against you, a! t strong enough, though entirely , ’circ msiantisl, to convict." , . r ' heavens! you do not mean I t?" ., u“! do, most certainly." :Will-.was dumbfounded. . »- this well known that you quarreled ‘ - Mtthr. Ward, that he frowned on your innit for his daughter's hand, and that .jd blood existed. The motive you thus Md; and, what is more, the. murdered shah himself believed that William Ar timer was his assassin.” ‘ {fully soul! what do you mean? ” ‘ I mean that you and Mr. Ward stood ibythemail talking, with .the roar of the Mnds‘isbout you, last night, but-a‘few ager’s hands in his, “ this is a terrible * asses the an minutesnbefore he was hurled over-. voice “ Yes, that is true," admitted Will. “I went to the cabin, and had been seated but a few minutes, when the cry of 3 man overboard’ startled me, and I came hur— rying on deck." “Yes; well, but a. few minutes after your departure a man stepped up to Harry Ward, plunged a knife into his bosom, and then lifted and hurled him into the water. As he went over, he cried in a voice of entreaty: ‘ Oh. Will—— Will! don‘t kill me!‘ I heard that." A groan fell from the young man’s lips. He was unable to speak, and turning quickly, hurried away. In the dusk of evening the Lake Queen approached the wharf at Mar- quette. The lights of the city gleamed brightly in the distance. Soon the steam- er came to its moorings, the plank rattled down, and a crowd of passengers hast- = meeting between Mr. Stratton and Laura sued to the dock. Tom Tunnel was just stepping upon the dock, when he felt a hot breath upon his cheek. “ Tom Tunnel, if you continue your present course, you shall surely die! Be- ware! " The words were hissed in the detec- tive’s car. He looked up, and caught the gleam of a pair of cunning serpent eyes, glowing from beneath a slouched hat; then the man was gone, lost in the crowd and the dusk of night. “ Those eyes again!" uttered the de- tective, not a little startled at what he had seen and heard. “ The mystery deepens, but my man is in Marquette, and I will trail. him to his I 1 .doom! ” 3 CHAPTER IV. . WILL ARKOR HAS AN INTERVIEW AND SURPRISE. \ Some years had elapsed since Tom Tunnel last visited the Marquette min- ing ‘region, and consequently many changes had been Wrought during the time. The‘town had grown wonderfully, and many of the streets were new to the detective. He believed he would find his man, the assassin of Harry Ward, in Marquette, and had resolved on staying in the place some days. ‘ l ' I He went immediately to the principal hotel, and registered as Sam Jackson, of Saginaw. , 1 He glanbed about the room- keenly. Perhaps~he expected to see the man with the snake-like orbs; if so, he was disappointed. The late story was the sub- Ject of conversation. A man had come in with the ‘news that Harry Ward, the wealthy mine-owner, had been drowned in the lake, and the news created no lit- tle stir. . “ Great Caesar! but it'll be a bad- loss to the lake country," averred' the land- lord. "I don't see how we can spare the old man.” ‘ “It’ll leave the galx well fixed," sug- gested a red-nosed individual. who sat in one corner smoking a pipe, his chair tilted back in the approved fashion. v' “ You betl.” “ ’Spect it'll damage the mining busi— ness?", , ' r “ No." assumed theJandlord. “Charles Stratton will run the thing just the same”. , I , ‘ ’ r “ The old man's partner?" "Yes." « -‘ deal of vim about declared ,one of the “There’s a good Charles Stratton,” men present. - , t , » “ Yaas,” remarked a lank specimen of the New Englander', “ but Charles warn't nowhere ’longside of, the old gent fur business. Eat the hull thing'll bust up now; see if it don’t.”. ’ . But .no one‘was found to agree with the‘Yankee. ' . . ' T‘Jestgthemame. y'odfll find that's a screw loose in ther business somewhar',” infro [the East; _ croak‘ g3," put-in ‘another 7‘ Yen‘s um: ‘ / ‘ while vases, Wine conversation. So Mr. Ward had a partner! This was news to Tunnel, and might have a bearing on the case he was about to work up. A train left Marquette for the West after the boat came in, and William Ar- mor and Laura boarded this and pro- ceeded to Ishpeming, where the Wards had lived during the past year, and where the orphaned girl would' meet. friends. The girl had spent but one year of her life In the Superior country, her father preferring to keep her at school in De- troit, where he had a splendid residence, over which Laura queened it with gentle , yet supreme power. ! . t . r Charles Stratton’s sister had kept the Ishpeming house in order, and the two lived there during the absence of Ward' and his daughter. It was a sorrowful at midnight in the depot at Ishpeming. ' Miss Stratton at once took Laura in charge, Will being summarily dismissed, and carried her home in the family car- riage. , v It was in {he depotion this night that William Armor met the junior partner of the firm of Ward & Co. for the first time. To see Charles Stratton was to dislike him. At any rate, this was true with ‘Will. The mine-ownerwas tall and slender, with intensely blue eyes, light beard and hair. His age could not have been far from forty, and be dressed with faultless taste. . , ' He had a smooth way and quiet smile that was attractit'e to some, but not'to William, who felt that he could read the word hypocrite written all over the man’ gentle face. " It was possible for Will to be mistaken, hawever, in his estimate of the man. “ If you will come over to the house you will be rewarded for your services, ‘- oung man," said Mr. Stratton, as the la- \, ‘es entered the carriage. . ,v The mine-owner'signed for the man tol drive’on, and the carriage rolled away. leaving Will and Charles Stratton on the depot platform, under the Elight ‘of th. lamps overhead. ' * “What do you mean?” asked Wm, a i ‘ little 'dazed, and not fully comprehend- ing- .' ‘ . “ I mean “that I haven’t any money with me," said Mr. Stratton, gently. . 9“ Money! \who said“ anything about money? " ' . ‘ ~ “ But you have rendered us a service; Miss ward feels extremely grateful, and I would- pay you for your trouble." . “ Scoundrel! what do you mean by of- fering me meney? " cried Will, all on fire with righteous wrath. The mine-owner reeled back, and held up one hand deprecatingly. - “,Don’t. young man, I implore yoh!’ gasped the astonished millionaire. “I thought you needed money; I did really.” . for anything I may do for bus, manity in =(listress!” uttered Will, hot- " ly. “I don't want any of your gold, old‘ .. man. I may call Y however.” . oil, “DO. by all‘means. Would be most » happy to see you there." ‘ The mine-owner was about ,todepafi; a". (11’. .V 'I When Will laid, his hand on' his thing-1;; shoulder. . “See here, old fellow, (10.2.. {I know) how Mr. Ward came tohis deaf; .3 " r ' “ He fell overboard during the 51201111," answered the partner. “ Purely an acute“ dental affair, yet very sad, indeed. Igfeel that I shall be‘obliged to fill thefatherfs place. as far as possiblb,"to poor Laura. , It's an awful blow tolher." ' Tears actually came to the eyes of the at the house to—morrowm = ‘ M a ," saws..- ., v . speaker,_ but Will was / in «practical mood now, and did not notice themil’ “ Your partner cane A oihis end'by foul meshes}; old man," ran, “ at Rayon-mean, m i‘: V. " “He washilégfdma ‘w' ‘ “Imposei , . ', , Again Mr. Strton held . his hand; in hisjfaca II" “ m I r v L 1 I 11 . he would ward off some menacing dane ger, and then he dropped it again to his side. ‘ a, n . “ Not impossible, but a fact," asserted 3 - Will, who had come to believe fully m the detective’s story, and seemed as anx- , f" ions as possible to secure the assassin. v 2 “But. good heavens! this is awful.” “Awful, yet true!" asserted Will. “Good gracious! I can’t believe it," proceeded Mr. Stratton. “Why was not this telegraphed me? I do not under- stand it at all.” “ No. I suppose not. It was not gener- ally understood that Mr. Ward was mur- dared, but I know that such was the case. ,1 and it is your duty to ferret out the per- petrator of the crime.” a. " Certainly, certainly, if a crime has i; been committed.” ~‘ And Mr. Stratton rubbed his hands to- gether sharply. . _ He looked at Will With incredulity marked plainly on his mild countenance, however. v “ A crime has been committed, and you must place a detective on the track at once." , 5 “Well, well; this is terrible. Come up . '_ w,- , ‘to the house to-morrow, Mr. Armor, and I will consult with you on the subject.” ~ :2 , “I will.” . , Then Mr. Stratton hurried away up "R24 ‘ we'lstreet. I Will stood for some moments, immova- ‘ " ‘ ble, looking after the fast receding form , , of the millionaire. i», _' v “ It’ll be like squeezing a dead tree for sap to attempt getting money out of that man," muttered Will. I ‘ r ‘fidfou're right, pard.” ‘ - William I started and whirled around. I ’v~~ Unconscioust he had uttered his words , , T aloud. As he looked about a dark form _ I ,mgyhaggfiaw. ,sz-g .4' ~' l n ‘, ’_ a ‘ was. gliding into the shadow of the de- . pot. . ~ . . .t-zyl‘ » Quickly Will sprang forward, but when .3,- ‘ 'v he reached the corner no one was to be if- ’ Jseen. Just then he glanced up at the , =1” window,iand started violently when he ~ , » beheld a pairof gleaming eyes peering ‘ through the glass at him. Will gained the inside of the depot at .3 few bounds; but only the statidn agent . met his gaze as he glared about the naked room. CHAPTER v. FLOATER" rm: LOST mm..- IONAIRE? , -.“ Great Caesar! 'Pete! look there! " Two men stood on the lake shore, glancing along the smooth surfch of the .',wAs “run breeze that fanned their cheeks from _, . “the southeast. ' lBoth me were bearded.'stdut-looking , fellows,» cl in coarse garments befitting their-“calling of fishermen. The man ad- dressed shaded“ his eyes with one hmvy , , k hand and glanced out on the green waters of, old Superior. ., »,: " ' ' ' - What did he see? ' ,‘J -, Something that'caused him to utter, an ‘exciamation. ., " “ Well, Pete, what is it?” “ A floater, or I'm a liar, John.” ' "‘ It's coming this way." , ‘ “Yes, and we’ll soon see what the thing is." j ‘1’ The two men moved down nearer to ‘ ‘the water’s edge. and watched, without .speaking,» the slowly moving object. fEully half an hour elapsed ere the ob1 , dept. came up against the~ sand at the ’ areas; .of the! two fiéhernren. The two , stout men‘stooped then, and dragged the .,ohject high up on the sand. ‘ . A, bloated. disfigured body that was .- not__.pleasant to contemplate. The corpse was well clad, and the gray hair indi- .. mated/a man well along in years. "'13 “Where d’ye, s‘pose it came from, eteq," i - ,{W‘ilfard to tell. Mebbe,xthough, it was theme poOr teller that was lost in the ,ssto "two weeks-ago", ' ‘ instilling...» 4 v ~ . Thegpoint on the shore when-«the two “i” . i- f 5 » water, thatwas scarcely rippled by the curiosit pictured, on’thoir faces. ‘. I ‘i- > . ‘ v 2‘" . 5.x 1 i. i, fishermen stood wassome miles north of Marquette, and a long distance from any human habitation. The first thing to be done was to go through the man's pockets. A leather wallet was found, containing a few dol- lars in silver and gold. There were pa- pers, also, which were so thoroughly soaked as to be valueless, and these the two men flung into the lake. “Pretty good find,” grunted one of the rough fellows. “ I think the best thing we can do is to plant this up ’bove high-water mark and leave it.” ' “ Mebbe he'has friends.” “ Mebbe, but wot‘s the odds ef he has? He wouldn’t know ’em now, I reckon, ef they‘d all come along at this minnit.” “No, and none of them would know him,” and the “speaker pointed at the swollen, disfigured face. “That‘s so, pard. We’d best plant it, and say no more about it.” The two agreed to this, and bearing the corpse to a place far up out of reach of the waves, they, deposited it, while one of them went to the little shanty some rods distant, where nets, lines, and various sorts. of fishing tackle might be seen, within and without. Procurlng spade and shovel, the man returned to his companion. ' ' Both, fell to work, and in a little time they had a shallow grave scooped from the earth. _ . ' No coffin, but a coarse blanket was wrapped about the silent form of the dead, and then the men were about to roll it into the grave, when the sound of a‘ step and a voice held their hands. " Hello, boys! what have you there? ” An under-sized man, with a pair ‘of deep-set, keen eyes, stood before the fishermen. The reader has met the man before. It, was Tom Tunnel. the detective. ' He had been out some days looking along the shore of the lake, hoping to find the 'body of the murdered million- aire, and 'by the merest chance come upon the two fishermen as we have seen. “Hello!” exclaimed John, springing 'up and looking fixedly at the stranger. “ What have you there? " “Can’t you see?" ' , \ ~ "\It’s a dead body, I‘judge,” answered Tunnel.’ ’ p , - ‘i‘ It ain’t a live one,” granted Pete. "No, it seems not. Did you kill the man?" I - ' ._ “ Ixreckon not," answered John, grub fly... “Would you like't'er look at the’ corpse? " ." I would." ' ‘ ‘. . The blanket was removed, and Tom Tunnel gazed into the face of the'dead.‘ No chance for recognizing anything human in the repulsive countenance, but the clothing looked familiar; and the dc~ tective at once decided that the 'body was that of the, murdered millionaire. He was not the one to*take anything for granted, however. I j Kneeling beside ’thc bloated corpse, the detective proceeded to’ make an eXami- nation, but he ‘found nothing to, show that. the man had met with violence. " The detective was not fully satisfied, however. _ :BOth hands of the corpse were clinched, a factothat attracted the notice of Tun- nel. With some difiicuityhe pried them open. Grasped‘ in the right hand was something not to .be passed lightly by. It was smart-pin of. gold, shaped like a harpoon. l ’ , . it ,once Tom Tunnei‘Jumpe‘d,,to the co ’clusion that this pin‘had been torn from the breastiof the man‘who» flung , his victim into the e. - Tunnel secreted [e pin on his,per~ son, resolving to examine it at some fu- ture time. * ; ,The next thing was to identify the body as that of the murdered .~milli‘on- aiiF; this the detective could ‘notxdo. he two "fishermen watched the ni'ove- ments 0 the,stranger.with not? a little 1!, mil. I': , looking, over. the latest Detroit 2'; “Ah, so the body has w At length Tom Tunnel rose to his feet, having completed his examination. “I think I know the man,” he said, addressing one of the fishermen. “ Do. eh? Friend of yours? ” “ Yes. Have you any claim against the body? ” “ None.” ‘ “ You have a boat? ” “ Yes." “Would you earn a few dollars? " “ We’re always willin’ when there's money in the case,” said Pete. “Wot ye want? ” ‘7 4 “ I want this body taken to Marquette." ‘ “ When? " "‘ At once." “ We’re yer huckleberries; eh, John? ”‘ “ You juSt bet we are." ~ “ How much will you give us? It’s no nice job, remember," put in Pete, quick- ly. ‘. “No. I will give you twenty dollars, apiece, which will enable you to remain 2*- over night and purchase all the new fish- , ‘ . ing tackle you chance to need. Is it a. bargain? " “ It’s a bargain." ‘ “ When can you get to Marquette ~ pier? " “ Before night.” ‘ ‘ “‘It is well.” ‘ Detective Tunnel drew out his wallet and paid each man ten dellars, promis- ing to pa them the balance when they- ‘ reached t e city. . “ Will you go with us? ” “No. I can return quicker by landfi? said Tom. “ I wishlto reach the city in1 1 advance, as I have some .work to, do beg fore you 'come.” ‘ “ Just as you like.” , 4 “It makes no difference to us." V i The fishermen rolled the corpse in the. blanket once more, and then bore it down ‘ to the water’s edge, after which one of, ,_ them went down the share some rods, where he to nd a good,sized skii'f on the sand. This e launched and paddledto.‘ the spot where the body of the millibne aire awaited embarkation. Soon the twod stout men tumbled the corpse .into the v boat, and then they pushed off, and gan rowing out into the lake. . ‘ During all this time the detective stood on the bluff alone, watching the two men; When they rowed out into the lake. seemed satisfied, and, turning on I: _ heel, walked away. i ‘ ‘ , it “ I sin glad the body has been found, uttered Tom Tunnel, as he maved rapt ~ from the spot. “ I had little ta’ithaivhea. I set out on the search, and my rework is greater than I expected. *Oficou’rae :1 am not certain it is the body of I-Iarr‘r Ward. and it will require some stills, -friends’to identify him. I muSt \ mi telegram into the hands of ChafiesStrate ton in time for him to take the train 3-5. for Marquette to-night, if 'possibie.",‘rj -‘v ' ' Two miles from the lake share '1‘ Tunnel came upon an Indian pony, whose back he had ridden to the vici of the fishermen's «house. CHAPTER i . i DETECTIVE TOM CQNFRONTS A New: DANGER. -- i v _ * It was late in the day, and '9, ' Stratton sat ‘in his office smoking.) when a boy entered and. announced “ Telegram. sir." _ The mine-owner took the bro wear ' lope andtore it open with cool deli ' ‘ V tion.. Telegrams had in, them _ no target-s for' him, although it was scarce a" . night since one cameannou‘ncing that, timely death of hispartner in basin This is what he read: " w , WMr. Ward’s: body found. 'Cotne' first train. ~ '- l f x , 8.1. ‘ Themessenger boy had vanish 5* as the mine-owner glanced mom‘ of paper. ‘he’found himself alone. - ashore." he muttered. ,. “ Wonder '- _ _' marks 2,01 violence were found on. i (gaging: hope that young William «' “5 ~;~,.; , l6 The Detective in Mask. suspicions may prove untrue. It would be much better that it was an accident.” Stratton drew out his watch, an ele- gant gold repeater, and consulted it. “ Only twenty minutes before the down train,” he said, rising quickly. “ I haven’t time to go to the house. I will leave word with the office boy for the women.” Opening a door he called: “ Edward—Edward Caro.” A youth suddenly appeared before the speaker and smilingly asked what was wanted. “ I’m going to Marquette on the train; am called on unexpected business; just tell Grace that I’ll be back in the morn- ing by first train.” “ Yes, sir.” Edward Caro was short and stout-built with crisp red curls, and keen black eyes. He had been about a year in the employ of Ward & Co., and had given the best of satisfaction. Mr. Stratton liked him, as he attended strictly to busi- ness and asked no questions. His age could not have been far from twenty. Without more words Mr. Stratton turned away. He drew on a light overcoat, as the evenings were chilly in that northern latitude, and hurried from the place. He had but one minute to spare when he reached the depot. Purchasing a tick— et, he boarded the train, and was soon thundering on toward Marquette. He was met at the depot in Marquette by Tom Tunnel, who still wore the guise , ‘We have seen him in on the vessel Lake Queen. “I sent the telegram, Mr. Stratton,” explained the detective, as he introduced himself as Sam Jackson. “ I thought you would be glad to know the body of your late partner had been found." “ Certainly, certainly,” answered Mr. Stratton, “where is it?” “ This way.” The mine—owner followed the detec— tive to the wharf, where, under a shed, lay the body, which was still guarded by the two fishermen, and surrounded by a crowd of idle, curious people of the docks. A lantern but dimly illumined the scene, as Charles Stratton pushed his way through the throng, and bent over the dripping, bloated body. “Hold the lantern this way.” One of the fishermen did so, revealing a ghastly sight. Charles Stratton was strangely cool under it all, and he at once became the object of the detective’s deepest scrutiny. _ Without a shudder, or seeming aver- sion, Ward’s late partner pulled back the blanket and feasted his eyes on the loathsome corpse. “He is a man without feeling,” at once decided Tunnel. Stratton did not rise to his feet until he had made a thorough examination of the dead—the clothing, teeth, etc. Evi- dently he was determined to be satisfied before committing himself. At length he rose to his feet. “Well?” and Tom laid his hand on the millionaire’s shoulder. ” It is Harry Ward,” he announced. “You are sure of it—sure there can be no mistake?" “ I am.” “It will be necessary to summon the coroner, I suppose." “ I suppose so." Tunnel and the partner walked away together. The coroner was shortly after summoned, and a jury impaneled to sit upon the case. The verdict rendered was accidental drowning, which the detective did not attempt to change. He could not prove the facts in the case, and the verdict of the coroner’s jury might tend to quiet _the fears of the assassin. “ You seem to have interested yourself rin this affair, Mr. Jackson,” observed Stratton, as the two walked back toward the hotel, late at night.‘ “Did you know Mr. Ward? ” “Not intimately. I met him once in Detroit, and of course we met on the boat.” “Exactly. Are you willing to see all necessarv arrangements made for the shipping the body to Ishpeming? 1 am quite nervous over this terrible af- fair, and Miss Ward will be terribly shocked. Of course it will be utterly out of the question for her to see the re— mains.” “ It would not be best,” admitted the detective. “ I suppose she does not know that her parent is supposed to have been murdered? " What? " The millionaire stopped short, and laid his hand on the shoulder of his com- panion. Tom Tunnel had been thus abrupt for a purpose, and he was sorry, now, that the shadows of night hid his compan- ion’s face from his gaze. He fancied it was white, and written with a deep dread. “ I say it is not likely that Laura \Vard knows of the fact that her parent was murdered," said Tunnel, with consider- able emphasis. “ Good heavens, sir! I don't quite un- derstand you," articulated Charles Strat- ton. “The verdict to-night was acciden- tal drowning.” “But you do not believe that the truth, sir?” uttered Tom Tunnel stern- ly. “I certainly do." The ring in the man’s voice was hen- est though, and Detective Tunnel had no 1'“.'lsCI‘. to doubt him. “Your suspecting something wrong brings to mind the fact that immediately after the arrival of the Lake Queen, a young fellow, a passenger on the boat, remarked the same thing you have to- night, and in my presence. I could not believe it then, and do not now. No one would be the gainer by Mr. Ward’s death, and he had not an enemy in the wide world that I am aware of.” “Not one? Bethink yourself, Mr. Stratton.” “I know I have spoken truly. Are you a detective? ” he asked sharply. “ I may be! ” The mine—owner withdrew his hand from the other’s shoulder, and the detec- tive could feel that he ' was deeply troubled. “My soul!” he muttered, “this is ter- rible! ” Why was the man so deeply affected? Tom Tunnel asked himself this ques- tion, when he remembered the cool de- meanor of the partner while examining the corpse of his late associate. Was there a deep meaning to be attached to this? Could it be that Charles Stratton was glad to have his partner out of the world? As a detective Tom Tunnel was given to looking in unexpected places for crim- inals. He really had no suspicion of the millionaire miner, yet, from long expe- rience in the calling of man-hunter, Tom Tunnel had learned to be surprised at nothing, and to look in unexpected places for criminals; therefore, he could not ignore the fact that Charles Stratton was an important factor in the case he was working up. Other factors were destined to come in soon, and the great detective was likely to have his handsfull ere done with the case that had come so unexpectedly into his hands. He realized that a small for- tune awaited him should he succeed in bringing the assassin of the rich mine- owner to justice, and this, perhaps, was not the least incentive to urge Tom Tun- nel to sift the affair to the bottom. It seemed that no suspicion of murder would have been elicited had not Tom Tunnel been a passenger on board the Lake'Queen, which fact helped to con- firm the detective in the opinion he had long since formed, that many cases of supposed suicide and accidental death were really homicides. . Tom Tunnel soon after parted with Mr. Stratton, promising to meet him again in the morning. The detective was sauntering along in the shadow of a huge building, not far from the dock, when his quick Gar Eaught a sound, the stealthy tread of a oot. - Quickly Tom turned. His movement was none too soon. A dark object shot forward and whizzed within an inch of the detective’s head. The next 'moment a man dashed from the shadow of the hall, and disappeared in the deeper darkness of the night beyond the dock. At first Tom started to pursue, but after going a few yards, be halted and turned back, deeming it best not to press the chase into unknown dangers. Going back, be searched for the mis- sile that had been hurled with savage ferocity at his head. He soon found it, and held it up for inspection. It proved to be a most dan— gerous weapon indeed-a carpenter’s hand-ax, whose keen edge would have penetrated his brain had the detective not turned just as he did. Evidently the man-hunter was hunted in turn. CHAPTER VIII. THE CRIMINATING GOLD HARPOON. - The body of the unfortunate million- aire miner was placed in an elegant; coffin, sealed up, and sent to Ishpeming, where a grand funeral was held, and the remains conveyed, with all possible so]— emnity to their last resting place in one of the city cemeteries. The coffin was not opened, and the: relatives and friends were not s ocked at the repulsive sight presented y the corpse. We will not linger over the sorrowful occasion. Laura was prostrated utterly, and kept her bed for many days. When at length she did come forth into the sun-- light, she was pale and haggard with the awful bereavement that weighed down her young life. As yet no word, came to her regarding the theory of. murder. Her parent’s drowning was purely accidental, and shewas not dis—1 turbed by friends in this belief, it was better than for her to know the truth- William Armor was in the city. He had remained here since his landing. He had. not met Laura to speak with her since the night she left the Ishpeming depot in the family carriage. _ He was anxious to meet her, but under the present state of affairs it was im— possible for him to gain an audience. William roomed at a second-class b0ard-~ ing house, and spent the greater part. of his time sauntering about the city. Some time after the funeral, Will was accosted on the street by a queer-look.. ing Old man, With red gray hair, and: enormous heard of the same hue. His eyes were covered by a pair of blue glasses, and he walked with apparent. caution, as though feeling his waY- Evidently the man’s sight was defect- ive. “I want to see you alone fur a little while, young feller.” “You see me, don’t you?” retorted William, rather ungraciously, perhaps, for the man's stare annoyed him- “But we're not alone hefe. “What‘s the difference?’ “ A good deal.” “I don’t wish to return to my 1‘00!!! just now,” said Will, a. trifle impatiently. vet-flu “I will see you at another time. I’m‘ not a mine-owner, so it won’t pay you to waste your time on me.” The young man was abOut to walk away, when the stranger toucmd his arm. “See here, young, teller, this is im. Dortant.” ‘ “ No? ” ' “ It is. I’ve some news for W011. Will- 1am Armor." " " You know my name, it 599mg, ht} tered Will, in surprise. ,QV "— , , >9» , ., _ V, -- ask? — ., ' ' i ., ,“ And your nature, too, my boy. I wish to tell you something—~" Here the man paused, and gazed fur- 1 tively about, as if fearful of listening is ears. , “Well?” ; “ Abbut the murder of Harry Ward! ” rr'" 4 ‘ “ Ha! Come this way, quick!” and Will started oi! at a rapid walk, not pausing or looking once behind him un— ‘til he reached his boarding house. '.‘"-1. The old man was close at his heels. Soon the two were in the privacy of young, Armor‘s room, with the door closed and securely locked. , Then Armor turned on his companion. "‘Now, old man, I will listen!” ' The old man sank into a chair and .' , looked reflectively at Will. He was pro- " ' vokingly slow in his movements the ‘ “ " ' young man though/t. ‘ Q “ Don’t you know me, William? " 5 “,Know you? ‘How should .1? I never met you until this hour!” '7': A low laugh greeted him. The next instant the seeming old man removed a couple of wigs, beard and hair, revealing a smooth intelligent face and a pair of the sharpest gray eyes . WilliamxArmor had ever looked into. , “I’ve 'met you somewhere before,” "cried'the astonished Will. , , “fe‘Yes, on the Lake Queen." r A “You are the detective Sam Jack- ‘ . , i1." son?” ‘ J, ” Yes; but more generally known as ' ' Tom Tunnel. Perhaps you have heard . of me?” v ’-._'”I., have,” admitted William. ' ‘He held out his hand, and the de- tective pressed it warmly. I “Now to business, Will,” said “Tom Tunnel. “You, of course, know what lay ‘I am on? ”= A . “ The Ward affair?” I it Yes.” . ‘ _ , . ',“,Are you still ’of the opinion that the ,Imillionaire was murdered?” ' i»“Iam.”.w -’ ~ ' “Have, you . View i ‘ ’.,"‘-.;Yes.” , ram Tunnel thrust his hand into his ‘bosom. When it came forth he thrust *' i’t.towa,rd the young man. V “ Look at that, Will." made any new discover- g'agsmali, glittering object. . ' ',It>proved to be a gold scarf-pin, shaped like aharpoon. _ ‘ .l ' ’ “Where did‘you get this? ” questioned :,'7Wiil, after examining the trinket care- ‘f‘, fullyu , 4 ' ‘2 Did you ever see it before? ” 'I‘he detectiVe .answered the young, an’s question by asking another; ' ,“Ye‘s,” answered Will. ' 'A heel“. . r ‘ , where it is now—~12; my hand. . ‘ Ha! is ‘tgso‘rif’ , , “ It is; . Perhaps', you will now tell me where you found a: v; . *For a moment the detective hesitated. He looked furtively at Will from the corners of his eyes, and seemed to be .. f'ma‘king a. mental‘calculation. At length he said: , .1 ; ‘3 Perhaps you can tell me where and~ iWhenSyou lost the pin.” ' .. -. “Easily done," answered Will. {‘1 last the pin' on board the Lake Queen." , 'r, I, ‘ v " “The first day our.“an Detroit.” .1 . v , ' G0 on." , , ..',‘Now. where did you ‘i-fia‘ '” I \ -~ « ' its _ "Waitw'ittanomen‘t. You say you lost ' the ‘gold .harpoon while on, board, the nuke Queen. IAre you‘sure'it was not “st ‘on the night that Harry"Ward fell (Wei-board, Which of course would be at The «gray eyes of Tunnel were fixed fa-‘k'esn mean themes of his young fimpanion..while he talked. Were his 'st suspicions again uppermost? and ah ‘believe that Will. Armor was the n’?‘ ’ ' so. ,‘flfhe‘ [detective . 3.8 , ‘ i fifwwmwwwmpt ' Q Armor took from the detective’s hand “‘8 later/date than the oneiyou mention? -" ‘ A ’slight pallor‘ shot into the cheeks 'of young Armor. He felt uneasy under the detective's scrutiny, and seemed not a little nervous. Of course all this did not escape the notice of wary Tom Tunnel., ' “ I have told you the truth, Mr. Tun- nel; I lost this pin on the first day out, and have never looked upon it since un- til this hour. I am thankful to you f0r finding it, for I valued it highly asa keepsake from a friend, and never ex- pected to see it again.” “Did you search for it?” “Yes.” I ‘ ' “ How do you account for its loss? ” “ I imagined it was stolen.” “ You imagined so?” “Yes,” uttered \Viil, with a start at the vehement emphasis of the detective. “Of course I could not say for a cer— tainty.” “No,” gravely. “ It is a very impor- tant question, Will——one that concerns the future welfare of more than one per- son.” . - “I am sorry I cannot help you out, Mr. Tunnel.” ‘ Again the eyes of the detective were fixed closely on the young man’s face. There were some things about the whole affair that as yet puzzled even the astute man-hunter. , ’ “I am sorry, toof,’ assented Tunnel. " You would ask why? ” “ Yes.” ' _ “Because the man who wore that w scarf-pin on the night of the 13th of. .May last was the man Who murdered Harry Ward.” ' . ‘ . 1 CHAPTER VIII. THE MAN WITH THE EYE-PATCH. William trembled, and his face became colorless. . The eyes of the detective were pierc- ing him to the quiCk. He tried to avoid their gaze, but could not, [and for some moments an agony of ‘silence fell over ‘7 . the two occupants of the little room. “ Guilty! " . . , To an» ordinary man this would have ’been “the Verdict pronounced against William Armor, and the astute detective more than half believed this was so. He thought of .the piercing, snakedike» eyes, however, and of the. attempt on his life that night, near the Mar uette docks, and realized that if Will we real- ly guilty, he had an accomplice who was anxious to put the man-hunter off the track fOI‘éVt-I‘. ‘ v. . ' _. \‘ngainp-I ‘repeat,’_’ said the detective, “ that the manrwho wore thy; pin on that "fatal May night ’was the murderer of Harry. Ward. ‘Thisf‘pin' was torn from the breast of the assassin in the struggle that ended in Ward's being dung into the star. It is a plain case.” " \ Wil had regained his self-possession suddenly. I. ‘ ' = ‘ f‘ I ' see how grim -smile,;not' forced to- his face by a 'pleasurable'feeling. " You put this and that tagetherrand find that the finger of‘ * circumstances points to me as the assas-f . i » sin”. " v. “I will not deny it, William Armor. Circumstantial evidence is strong, indeed, againstyou.”. r i « * "And yet yow‘douht?” . Q .3 ‘ ‘ r A pair 0111031681: eye's iooked squarely into the face or Tom Tunnel. , . , . “ And yet, I' doubt. I admitth‘at," he said. slowly. f" ., ' “ As well you may," asserted Will Ar: met; “,‘I am entirely innocent-of even. the thought of such acrime.‘ I think ,1 shall insist out an arrest andexaminam tlon. Iv-want this suspicion cleared up. and my name vindicated."- -. , ,-“I am. gladv'to hear you _’say it: WilL' lam." answered: the detective. “I ooh- fess that} like yummy boy; and I should hate to see you go out of the world'atl the end of .a rope", r '_ ’ ,* . 1‘ And I should dislike-very much. blay~f ,in snobs-part, ‘ 1‘de (grimlyfi i V ‘ '11 , ‘ inotg, It; ring it, is,"”he and, ’with “a, a strong dislike "for i‘tiie r committed the murder; Can you let no light upon this dark subject?" , “None,” uttered Wiil, hopelessly. The detective looked grave, as well he , might. At length he said: “Are you sure there is no mistake regarding the ownership of the pin?” “ Quite sure. Look.” _ Will advanced and held the gold har- , poon down for the detective’s inspection. “Right there are the letters W. A.; scratched with the point of a knife. I» made those letetrs myself, and am will~ ‘ ing to swear to them in any court in Christendom. Do you doubt now? ” “ No. I honor you for your straight- forward actions. Although matters leok dark for you just now, I am inclined to believe you are innocent.” v “Thank you,” said Will. “I am as deeply anxious as you can be to have the murderer punished, and will do all I can to hunt him down." ~ “I believe you,“ said Tom Tunnel.‘ “Allow me to retain that pin, if you please. I may need it before long.” “Certainly.” Will handed over the gold harpoon, and the man-hunter secreted it on his person. Then he rose as if to depart. ' “ Where will you go now? ” questioned Will. “Directly to the home of the million-‘- aire. I propose to find out something regarding the family affairs of the: i Wards.” _ , , g r , “ Perhaps it.-would be well enough." Tom resumed his disguise, and Was? then ready to depart. .1 r.- “ Remember one thing,” admonished? the man-hunter; “ do not whisper about, my presence. It is just as well that i am notgenerally known to be in the copper regions, for the present." “I will remember, but whenever you may feel unsafe, that I have beehid'en; ceiving you, I am ready to be placed un—- der arrest.” a ' - A smile came to th nel. - ~ , - k, . “Don’t worry, young main. When‘ I. feel confidentthat you are "the mud want, you won't be long in hearing frenri me.“ i I , ' " “I am ready to vindicate myself-at any time": p . * v 1 'r ' 9‘ Well, have a little patience. .William. The time of your arrest may someisoo ‘ than yOu imagine. ‘Were I so dispbséd I might have you, arrested formurder and, I believe, convicted.” . . . I“ You' could not convict me, for-II am not guilty,” persisted Armor, confl; dently. .- e face of Tom, . “That does. not follow,” averiied he]. .“I think it is sometimes. ,, enough to fix a crime uponan massed: man, and one whom'circnmstanoes': ' ' not combined ,so strongly again, they have against you. One word ’3 and then I go. «Whatever. may. ,1 young man,» remember that it is to keep onto! prison than to get, ‘ " when once in," and with these. word detective passed from thereon). brain was in a whirl, as. he pee‘ , the window, and watcheerhé-Ai ’ detective 'pass down the street. ’ ‘ Tomi Tunnel had gone less'th the distance to the'nranslon'ogf’t when he came to assudden hai' Aman’s hand had, fallen ape . lar, and turned .hlm‘mh’ai‘p a ‘ ‘ i -f‘ Say, mister, .c‘an yourteli in I’ll' lind’Mr. 'Wfifd?” g " ’i . The» man who. asked this, qu sign; v rather imppdenti: tomb ‘fmmfi B iii-313‘ “315983111875 and, ens - detective.- thee-and where, _ {that time alonecodid' soften. j _ " 1A: rather tail, ‘stoqpinjg forth, 'shotilder, - eonsidel‘ably higher than ' ‘ ether, sadja head covered by a mi blan bristles; thathere in strange . _ gtras'tto. the sandy tangle that mine v the lower par-tot hisitaoe. ‘ :j . *One‘eye was covered“ by are Waahelddn’aluce‘ \. ,. ’1}/; L ‘ A i ,. i, a a -7 ». - A ,if Y 3). .,\ Vania. m5" 4 J ..»~ 1 .-> i, -. i I A L‘ X ' ‘ "A g V. .i a "r...r ...:....1 d w: ., ' .a- An ill-fitting,_greasy suit of clathes two sizes two small was drawn upon the un- gainly form and a greasy white wool ‘hat . was drawn low over the sound eye, which gleamed like the celebrated optic of Ar- gus of old. v " Great Caesar, man! what do you want? ” demanded the man-hunter. sharply, as he eyed this individual sternly. ’ “ W'hcre‘ll I find Mr. Ward, I axed "ye." “ Which Ward ‘3 " 3, I‘ “Didn't know thar was more’n one.” " Nor I.” “‘ Then he's the one I mean. Mr. Harry Ward, the rich miner." “Say, mister, you’re a stranger here, I: - -I take it,” said Tom Tunnel, rather ', , , bluntly. , ’ ". “Some’at, yes,” admitted the man. “ I’m looking fur a job. Iworked for old Wardwole Henry we called him then»— a good many years ago, down in the * Saginaw pineries. He wasn't so rich in them days—oh, no; but he was a real good boss all the same." " Well, you won’t work for him no more,” growled the detective, remember— ing the role he had to act. “ Why not? ” “He’s dead and buried these many days: that’s why." “Dead! Old Harry Ward dead! You don’t tell me so?” groaned the man, » ‘covering his face with his hands and 'a seemingly deeply mcved. ' “It’s true; he was drowned.” “What’li I do now? I’m dead broke, an' a. long ways from home.” " "‘I cannot help you, but you might accidentally _ get‘a job of Mr. Stratton, who was ‘ ‘ Ward’s partner." ‘ 3 With a groan, however, the man turned awav. , “ Old Henry dead? It don't seem pos- sible,” were the last wordsvthe detect- i've heard, as he hurried on his way. ' After the two had separated, the stran- ,_ _ gcr stood. leaning against a brick wall, iii-1“: glaring about him sharply with his -'_ single eye; , , “80 Harry Ward is dead,” he mut~ ‘ tered lowly. “Well, I expected it. I g. will now call on William Armor.” ‘ 11 Then. the queer-looking individual ‘ ~moved on up the street. He had gene 3 but a little way, however, when he sud- _‘ denly‘ changed his mind, and turned into X's-drinking saloon, where were gathered 2mm: men, drinking and gambling , "from different parts of the city. CHAPTER IX. , Los'r THE GAME! . Tunnel hadllittie trouble in making his way to the ward mansion. He sought an interview’ with Lhura, but , failed to:obtain‘it. His disguise was ' '- sgalnst him, and Laura was not yet able loasee any one, not even .her friends. lie'vertheles’s, the detective gained en- rtrance to the front parlor, and inter- viewed the mistress of the house, Grace ,Stratton. . " x' ‘g’fie‘found her "a not unprepossessing' 1‘ fenial'e’of perhaps thirty, with mild blue '{"eyes and somewhat nervous manner. , "No, we don't need any one to-look .- «after the groan ,” announced Grace, in a’nswer to the disguised detective’s rc- dhe‘st for work. “.5 think you had bet~ ' ,mentiperhaps he can give you some-4' thing” do." . V , “Many thanks, mada‘ml’ and ‘Tom “ urine] bowed himself out of the room. i I Hen-was], rather favorably impressed I Witanss'Stra‘tton than otherwise, and \‘lie'lieved’that in her. Laura. would; find 6 . he -.-a team andv-true friend. , The detective hurried away, entered: 1 house by the hack way..near theISub- grits? of the town, and in his private/room ~=doffed his 6 sguisé‘, and.,-"adjustmg. a , Armor is not guilty that other one is.", ,times, but these little annoyances wer ,his ear. ., himself looking into a, pair of gleaming, :,rsport. ' ‘ay chin whis erronce more , salliéd themed . '- ,sv epic :‘who knew ..'l“o,m unnel “won- I ' , . Wéi’ild scarcely. fail to realign so him men; “who fiQ’llfih'tly disguised". ‘ » . v ""I am not progressing very fast]; mut-. icred Torn Tunnel. “I haven’t met the man with the serpent eyes for a long' time. I must. find him, for if \Villiam 'i'here stood that “if” staring the de— tective in the face. It Will was not guilty some one else was. Of course this was plain enough, but the doubt in the mind of Tom Tun- ucl still lingered, and Will was not yet solid in the estimation of-the lake-shore detective. Tunnel wandered about town, visiting several gambling hells, without making any new discoveries. Night darkened down upon the mining cit)’. Pedestrians were plenty enough, mov- ing to and fro, and Tom Tunnel Watched the stream with no little interest. He was just facing the front of a sa- loonhwhere the brilliant light from with- in flashed over his person, when a low ejaculation arrested his steps: “ There he is, that’s him—the sharpest dctectiVe in the‘ West! ” . ' “ You don’t say'! Is that little chap the famous Tom Tunnel? " " He is. I know the cub as tar as I can see him." . Such were the words that reached the ear of the detective and caused him to saunter with slow steps past the glaring entrance. .I ' “ He looks like an ordinary loafer.” “You want to look out for him just the same.” a “What can he be doing here?” \ " He’s on some lay. I’ll catch on to .it before lonz.” - Then the voices died out. In passing, Tom cast a side-long glance at the sneakers. One was\a large man, with immense breadth of chest, and wore” a wide- brimmed hat, from beneath . which flashed a pair of keen, cunning eyes, the very ones the detective had met on board the Lake Queen; the other man was smaller, and ‘Tunnel scarcely noticed him. ‘ ’ » But the flash of those eyes gave the detective an electric shock. “I am on the trail once more. My man with the serpent eyes lingers near! It' is, well,” muttered Tom under his breath. I , On and on he‘walked. Many people passed , him, brushing him rudely at not noticed by the detective. ' Suddenly, as several forms jostled against his, he felt a hand touch his own, and the next instant? a bit of paper was pressed into his palm. 'i Tom Tunnel looked at the sharply. , l ‘ \ Which one had touched hishand? It was impossible to tell: v ' ., The detective halted under a lamp and opened the bit of paper, to find a/few lines scrawled dn the inside. , . - l . “Tom Tunnel, you are ‘known. Get out of this city and;country,.at once, or you will find a gram in'the‘ lake! ” I ' That was all. j A. x The detective crushed the paper in his hand'and glanced. sharply about him. v “By Jupiter! "’ he exclaimed, " do the cutthroats of Ishpemin‘g think they can scare me?! They have tackled the wrong man thistlme." ‘ t , “ It i'sgleave or die! " ‘A voice hissed the words 938881'5 almost in Quickly Tom Tunnel whirled, to find serpent eyeswthesame eyes that had haunted hlrh continually since the trag~ ‘edy on 'the lake! I ‘-‘ Ha! l’ll wing you this time, ocean.- drel,’.’ and the ,deteotive‘s revolVer came to a ‘leyel. ‘ _ I , - Then‘a sharp flash, followed by a loud . .. . . z » A mocking, laughs succeeded. _ 5' You poor fool, you are doomed! " ,I Teln- zi‘un'nei darted for; i y pressed forward. ward 'and turned» the corner sharply, only to find himself in the arms of a ' policeman. . “ I-Io, fellow! what’s this?” demanded the guardian of the night, sternly. Tom attempted to shake himself loose. but a pondciouss hand clutched his col- lar, while a club was flourishedmenac- ingly over his head. “Keep quiet, follow, or I'll cldb ye!" growled the officer, grullly. “Wasn’t it you that fired the pistol just now? " 3 “ Release me, and I’ll tell you all about it," answered the detective, subduing his wrath with a mighty effort. “ Too .thin! "' sneered the defender of. law and order. “ You want to cut and run; but you sha’nt. No, I'll take you to the station." “ Let up, I tell you!” cried Tom Turi- nel, angrily. ‘ But the policeman knew his duty, and began dragging the detective by main force. This was too much. Tunnel felt like Naming the burly night gu‘ardian on the spot. He realized, however, that the best course was to reason with this deity of justice, and he attempted it. ' There was no reasoning with the man. In vain 'i‘om. protested, and assured him that he was a detective out on duty; the burly Welshman, Who-had the liber- ties and peace of American citizens to look after, refused to entertain any of the explanations advanced by his" prise oner. ' ‘ a After a moment’s reflection the: do,- tective concluded to go with the man to I the station, where he believed his expla- nation w0uld be accepted.- ‘ In this belief Tom was not mistaken. To the sergeant in charge he had no trouble in proving his identity; and he‘ ' was at once set at liberty; while the overzealous Welshman received .a deo, served reprimand. " . As Tunnel' walked the streets once more, he could not resist the thought that: the man he had fired at was chuc- kling, even now, over the mishap that: had befallen his enemy. - ' e detective was ,not in an enviable mood when he entered a gambling-den, half an hour later. He, was searching for the man with the gleaming eyes, who, he felt sure, was a crook Who needed looking aft'er,'and,_ who, doubtless, was the real murderer. of Harry Ward. s ‘ “ I! must get my hands on that man," mused Tom. “I «.feel in my bones that he can let a flood of light in upon the darkness that surrounds, this mysteri- ous case.” ‘I ., ' " ' Seating hl‘mself in detective watched the. goers and com- ers, ithout himself being an object of atten ion., i' x For haltén ,hoilr heisat thus without»; ' moving, and‘without making any d1g¢fi:i eries. He was on the point of nastiest 100k elseWhel‘e. When a stoutme stood? in the doorway. and sharp]; about the room. It was the man with: théffltfl'm 0?“! ._,. Would he come in?“ g, . . I With scarcely a, breath, Tunnel waited for man to‘ enter the "room. “His nerves were strung to ,the highest ten- sion now, for he believed he was IQOkZ-Q‘H’IZV” “‘3 Upon the murderer of Harry Wax-up. , “I Will, clap, t darpies on than]. low if hé does .11038, that thretshold,” decided Tom, milking ready to execute 9.» CW1) do -main._ ., ' ; V . 'Of a sudden, the gleaming eyes fixed. themselves on the man . then the big man. , _ mdcking bow. andtdisa Feared» ‘This was tantalizing in the-extreme, Scarcer reflectng on’ the detective splra‘ng to, mi? it}: game withoutthe ,ldgtee' ' paused, for to his hearins came.- a' > ChIII‘RIQ. ‘ . ‘ i t ’. 4' . $1,}; With revolver“ cocked.,.'i‘om Tu “ advances f. -( ‘ o» . ‘ _‘ “ ashaded alwvh, the in the alco'vgg':.. lifted his hat, with at?" danger, the' his feet and malice ‘ .' A ..::':orm ,Jiitted . 'o p, in, o Ofa ided )0Sn_ col- nac— e! 3’ t it out his of ind to -——v. rplv, 5 vlhalf—stunned detective f It seemed to the big man‘as » ,..§:~huge panther bad pounced upon him -» from the top of the building that loomed ~ alone, you skunk!" i i l ‘ ' It was a man‘, after all, but one pose . dshgnent ‘ and joy. a." five; t r ' -‘~~' .. wt; The detective pursued, but was cha- grined to see it disappear suddenly. Soon he stood at the entrance to a narrow, gloomy alley. Into this the villain had doubtless fled. Recklessly Tom pushed his way into this passageway. His foot struck against a crouching body. The next instant a form sprang up; there came a swift stroke, followed by a dull thud, and Tom Tunnel sank to the ground. The detective was not rendered insens- ible, but the blow dazed him, and ere ,he'~could sufficiently recover to defend himself, his revolver was wrenched from his hand and a knee pressed down upon his chest. “Tom Tunnel,” hissed a voice, “ you were warned, but you heeded it not. You h ve invited your own doom; now die!” IA keen‘blade gleamed and the fallen d tectiverealized that he had lost the game. CHAPTER X. Twain»: or MYSTERY. The big man who pressed the detect- ive’s breast with his knee thought the ‘ game was in his own hands; therefore he ,hesitated, to indulge in self-gratulation l'over his victory. “You are completely in my power, Tom Tunnel, and must die, so you may as well answer a few questions I will put to you.” V ‘ Here was a minute of respite, and the caught at it quickly. , . _ “Well?” he questioned, eagerly. “What is your business in the copper region?” r “ A private affair of my own.” " “Don’t lie on the brink of the grave, old man," growled the "villain. “ I know what lay you are You seek to find the one who flung old ward into the lake on the night of the 13th of May." ‘f It you now this, why questionanej ” ‘.‘ I wis to give you a little advice.” , ". «3 Well? ” , “I'don’t admit that Mr. Ward met, With foul play. but if he did, you have been barking on the wrong trail." ll I, “You have.‘ William. Armor is the murderer, and howill be arrested and punished for the crime." “ Who are you? " ' “ Ah, that would be telling. «'5 13m sorry - ,you refused to heed my warning, old fel- ’ low, but ,you’w'ouldn't,‘and now time’s up» and you must go." Tom Tunnel made a-desperate effort tocjreey‘himself but he found that the . pigskin" possessed a giant's strength. “No, ‘n'ojfmy fine fellow, you cannot escape when Mike ning hand." “Mike Jones!” _ “Dire detective's speech was cut short 7 by a set of griping fingers, and then a Vvhile myriad ringing filled his ears,- stars seemed to dance before his eyes. 1" Crash! z‘ 'Somethlng lit With tremendous force on the head, and shoulders of the would- assassin, and he, too, was borne to t, 9 ground with terrible force. { v though high above their bea s. “ Guessiyou wish' ',sessing tremendous power., Over and over the two men rolled, and I .thus the detective was unexpectedly re- lieved! of his burden, much to his aston- flho‘igalned his’feet. . Condemn ye!" 3 \ fiAn execratiOn followed. then .the crash I 'df'retreatiug feet filled the ears of Tom .191: net, 4 __ _ ~ Whistles! s ’ when‘the detective looked at him. With cool, deliberation the scoundrel ‘ Braised his deadly knife once more. ,1 Jones holds the win-. you’d left ' my pard With some difficulty 1‘”; grained g silica, (are; scamp slipped through my claws like an eel. Be you hurt, mister?” .“No,” said Tom Tunnel. scoundrel has gone?” “Yes.” “ Well. it won’t be a hardmatter to run him to earth now, since he gave him— self away. It’s wonder I didn’t recog- nize him before, in spite of his long hair and beard. But, then, he has grown stout since I last saw him.” “Who is he?” “ Mike Jones, one of the toughest crooks Chicago can boast of. He‘s been off his old stamping-ground for a year, and I did not know of his whereabouts. It seems he is plying his trade} in the copper region, and with good success, I judge.” v The detective looked about for his re- volver, and soon found it; also the long knife with which the Chicago crook threatened his life. ‘ Then the two men walked out to the street. - ‘ Under the light of a street-lamp Tom Tunnel examined the man who had come so unexpectedly and opportunely, to his rescue. What was his surprise to recog- nize the queer customer he had met that day inquiring after Mr. Ward, the mur- dered millionaire. He had ’an idiotic grin on his face It seemeddhardly possible that" the old fel- low, with the one eye, was capable of exhibiting any sense. NeVertheless he had saved the detect- ive’s life. i 'Tom held out his hand. I “ You did me a mighty good turn just now, old man.” “I reckon so.” “ I owe my continued existence to you.” “ Precisely.” ' “ What reward do you seek?” “ None.’ ' ’ , “You have my everlasting gratitude. My name is. Sam Jackson; what is yours?” ‘ “Hiram Stiles.” “Well, Mr. Stiles, "I am very glad to make your acquaintance,” asserted the “ The big detective as he shook the} man’s hand warmly. “I didn't know Iyou_possessed such grit; the man yOu conquered was one o the hardest nuts in the ‘North— west, 3. Jail-bird and a crook of the worst sort.” “ Do tell. He was the stoutest our 1 ever hitched- on to, and I’m pretty stout when I let my mdsole out," answered Stiles, with a grin and peculiar twist of his body that Was comical in the ex- treme. < ' - ‘ . “ You look like a stout fellow." I “, I am. Say, mister, hadn’t'you jest as lief tell‘a teller your real name? ” . ’ \ “What do you mean?" . “ You said your name’s Jackson.” it‘YQSI’v, , . . , V “ But it ain’t." ' “What are you talking about? If I wasn't under obligations to yo'u.‘I should - get mad,” said the detectiiie shortly. “Don’t- mind the obligations,” ari- swered Stiles, “ I know your name ain't Jackson, anyhow.” ‘ " What’s my name, then?” I‘ ” Down in Chicago youfre knownas , Tom Tunnel, the detective.” - Tunnel gazed at the man in blank as- tonishmente \ ‘ ,0! a sudden he grasped the -.fellow'_ arm, and demanded: , - “Who are;you,~and how came you-to know my name? i am sure Stiles is not your real name.”.' i a .- “ Mebbe not. Wot’s the odds? ” chuck— led the man i f » “ A good deal,” answered Tunnel: “ Are you a detective?" ‘ , ’ For a moment the man calling himself Hiram Stiles hesitated. , I “ peak!” cpmmanded Tom Tunnel. 1‘ o I! The. monosyllabih came distinctly, from the bearded lips of the one-eyed stranger. “ You ,are in 'disgtnse‘, atélea'st? ’f ’ . “Noel.” . ~ 5 . V'i~,"‘,II;~'dO 0t . ' ‘ the cues, if we don’t put him under 1 ,in the game as we look in upon the part (the track .I'would feel easie‘r. - It’sf'ti- and then glided away. ‘ i’thing new firthe wind, .I reckon. Tom Tunnel 1was losing his coolness, and spoke a trifle bluntly. x The stranger smiled. . “You kin do as you like, pard. No, ‘ don’t you tech that.” ,1. The last remark was called out by a move on the part of Tom Tunnel as though he would seize the heard that adorned the face of Stiles. At the same time the latter displayed a gleaming re- volver. “I know my rights, Mr. Tunnel, and you interfere at your peril! " There was a change in the man’s voice; and now the detective was satisfied that the fellow was not what he seemed. Was he, too, a detective? or was he in league with the evil spirits of the copper and iron’city? As he was under the deepest obligations to the man, Tom Tunnel did , i rfiot feel like pushing investigation too, ar. ~ “Beg your pardon, sir,” uttered the detective, the moment he saw that he had gone too far, and angered his un— known friend. “ I am sorry for my sus- picions. You seemed to know me, and I thought it was no more than fair that. I should know you as you are.” , . To this the man made no reply. . Without a' word he shambled away, lelaving the puzzled detective standing ’ a one. , ~ i CHAPTER XI. notices 1N CONFERENCE. Some evenings later. - " ' In the back room of a low groggeryi sat four men at a game of cards. A dim light burned in the room, and the , of the players were not plainly revealed. ' The fumes of tobacco and beer were ‘ strong in the place—strong enough 'to , turn a weak stomach; but the 'men at the table had brass-lined stomachs that. revolted at nothing. - _ One of the four men was rennin] handsome fellow, broad-shouldered and; massive, with large head and wide, fan-' » like black beard covering his breast. .Ai: Q; his left hand sat a mug of'beer. halt drained. The big man was playing the .x- v - i . ‘ lastcard With a low laugh he flattened theéartd upon the greasy table, and With )1“ other hand swept in the. stakes. " —“ You cheated! ” i “ .- v This utterance was met by an argue; ment not to be overcome4—aisix~sh0¢§sei‘i \ in the hand of the burly winner- ' “ Oh, no, I guess not,” he chuckled, A , then he leaned back and laughed in a". deep, ghttural way that certainly net pleasing to his companions. Jones knOWB ‘what he’s about. Hagha’. hal” _ . ‘ ‘, With low mutteringsthefihnee men rose from their chairs and paésed out; to the bar. ' I." h 1'4 , Jones-remained behind-for a few mini utes, and proceeded to count his, alts; “Pretty good night's work,” be ’0 units led. ” If that infernal detective wasps we made a master—stroke and disk. tireiy.” , v 3 «.1 Thus musing, ’the gamble;- Was, a to leave the room, when!» ragged ,y entered and said: I . " ‘, " ” Mr. Jonesh". ‘ A . ( “Aye, lad.”' . ‘ ~i The boy handed the man a A smile swept'the face of bler'as be opened the folded paper, held the written page to thought“ ' smoky lamp, f “ I Want to see" you stones; the shanty on V street. , “‘3 ‘ “'1 " Exactly,” muttered the . 7‘» ma l'i-lgo at once. Jim mayhave t0, comniunicate.” ., x ' ' .xDrawing his hat low, the man room by a narrow back door, , soon; on the street. ” - » i half a‘milerto ti: p .‘ \ 10 Th Dtctiv in_l\_/.[ask. 'street. and Jones kept one hand on the butt of a pistol as he glanced sharply about on every side. He had a wholesome fear of the detective who was on the trail of \‘Vard’s assassin, and would have put an end to his existence some nights be— fore but for the sudden interference of the powerful tramp, I‘Ill‘illn Stiles. Iii the course of ten minutes the gam- bier came. to a. halt in front of a dingy, weather—beaten house of one story that stood not far from the railroad track. No light peered forth into the black night, but this was no disappointment to the man, who walked boldly up to the front door and rapped. This had to be repeated four times ere any signs of life were exhibited, and then the door was opened without a word, and Jones passed unhesitaiingly inside. A candle was lit soon after the gam- bler entered. and he found himself con- fronted alone by one person—a man in mask. A rather undersized individual, the lower portion of whose face was covered by a yellow beard, a black domino over the upper portion. “Big again," said the gambler, as he confronted the man in mask. “ Yes. You were not followed here?” “Certainly not.” “ We cannot be too cautious." “True enough.” “1 have made discoveries since I saw you last, Mike.” “ Well? ” “ Tom Tunnel is in Ishpeming. “I know it.” “ You do? " in evident astonishment. » “ Yes. I’ve had an interview with the detective, quite a sharp one,” and the gambler laughed in a low tone, not a. plea ed, but a grim, disagreeable laugh, not leasant to the ear. “ You astonish me," uttered Jim. “Why is the detective in Ishpeming?” “On a sure lay, he thinks.” “ Well? ” “ He has the impudence to imagine that old Harry Ward was fouly dealt with.” Again the disagreeable laugh fell from the stout man‘s lips. . The man in mask started and trembled visibly; then he stroked his heard with a nervous twitching of the fingers that did not escape the notice of the stout gambler, and a contemptuous look filled his gleaming eyes thereat. “ I feared this,” finally articulated the masked man. “ Tom Tunnel has the name of being one of the keenest detectives west of the lakes. It will be a. hard matter to outwit him, I’m thinking.” “Yet it can be done.” The gambler drew a stool from the wall and sat down. He seemed cool and collected. Producing a cigar, he lit it and began smoking. ' The man in mask continued to stand. “ Sit down, Jim.” _ There was a command in the voice of the giant gambler, but it failed of the effect intended. “ No; 1 will stand.” “ But what‘s the use? May's well take the thing cool. We’ve got the night be- fore us.” “ Mike Jones, you must be mad," cried the mask, with sudden vehemence. “ Don‘t you realize that we are treading on a volcano?" “Perfectly, sir; perfectly," answered the rufiian, with long, deep puffs at his cigar. ;‘ How then can you be so cool over it. " “ Easy enough. I can slip out of this little affair at any time I choose.” (I H “ Where there’s a will there’s a way.” “ And you‘re just villain enough to do it. I was told that I could trust you, Mike Jones, but I find that I have been basely deceived. and we may as well understand each other first as last.” The speaker displayed a revolver. , “ Exactly,” answered the gambler, coolly crossing his ‘legs and smiling up into the glittering eyes of the. mask. “ To begin with, suppose/you pull off that hideous mask; 1 want to know with whom I am dealing." “No. It was a part of our bargain that I was to remain incog.” “ So it was, but you wish to come to a better understanding, and the only way to do that is for you to reveal your face.” “ i cannot do that." “ Very well; have it your own way." Nevoi'theless a triumphant. smile lurked about the coniiers of the gain- bler‘s mouth, as he continued putting at the weed. The masked man toyed nervously with his revolver. The sight of the weapon (lid not seem to affect Mike, Jones in the least; in fact, he seemed to enjoy the situation hugely. “ I sent for you to know what was best to be done, Mr. Jones. You understand these things better than I do." “ Perhaps." “ Is it best to put the detective out of the way? “ “ I’ve been thinking deeply on the sub- ject,” said the gambler, a serious look overspreading his face suddenly. “What conclusion have you arrived at? " “That it's best to assist the detective in his work.” “ What? " “ I’ve come to the conclusion that the wisest plan would be to assist Tom Tun— nel in securing the assassin of Harry Ward,” said the gambler, in atone or solemn earnestness. CHAPTER XII. 'rur. MYSTERY DEICI’ENING. For some moments the man in mask seemed too astounded to speak. He seemed quite overcome. The huge gambler watched him with a covert smile; at the same time he puffed heavily at his cigar. A sharp click fell suddenly and start- lingly on the ear of Mike Jones. “ Eh, what now? ” “This,” exclaimed the masked man, at the same moment thrusting his gleam- ing revolver into the face of the gam~ bler. “If you have concluded to act the traitor, you shall die now! ” The cocked weapon of Jim was thrust against the gambler’s breast now, while a flaming eye glanced along the barrel. “ Put up your shooter, fool! " Then Mike Jones burst into a laugh. Jim took a backward step, but still covered the gambler with his six-shooter. “This is not a laughing matter, sir," uttered the mask in a low, stern tone. “ No. I meant what I said, however." f‘ To deliver yourself into the hands of the law? ” “ Not much.” “ What then? " “ To help Tom Tunnel find the assas— sin of Mr. Ward, as I said. I can put my‘finger on the man.” “ No doubt.” “But he is not the one you imagine.” “ Indeed? ” “ William Armor is the guilty man.” “ No? ” ' “It is'a fact.” “ That is, you think the crime might be fixed on him?” “‘Yes, and also, I mean to assert that the young fellow is really guilty. I can bring witnesses that Will Armor com- mitted the murder.” “You surprise me.“ n There was still a sarcastic ring in the voice of Jim, which did not escape the notice of Jones. v “ You doubt my sincerity, I see,” ut- tered the gambler, in a half angry voice. “Of course you can do as you see fit. To-night I wash my hands of the whole affair, and skip the town, and you can hoe your own row." “You will do nothing of the kind," answered Jim, in a milder tone. “I am willing to trust you if you mean bus- iness. and are faithful to me. You know there is money in it." “I have been so assured, but I have a good name at stake, and since you doubt me I’ll have nothing to do with the case further.” “ You are anxious to leave. Has the detective frightened you? I was in- formed that Mike Jones was a man of mettle." A sneering laugh fell from the gam- bler‘s lips. “You knew better than to utter that speech, Jim; but I forgive you this time. I am more than a match for Tom Tun— nel. and of course do not fear him. He 15.3. sharp fellow, though, and is deter- mined on ferreting out the murderer. But for him the story of accidental drowning would have been accepted." “ Indeed ? ” “ It‘s a fact." “How came he to suspect anything wrong? ” “ He came up on the Lake Queen on an- other lay and struck this new racket. He is like a sleuth—hound, and means to be in at the death." “ Then the only way out of the scrape is toput this detective out of the world.” With the utmost coolness the man in mask uttered the words. “ No, not the only way." “ Go on.” “ Tom Tunnel more than half suspects William Armor of being the man he wants. He is puzzled, at any rate, and if William is arrested and thrown into - prison, even the detective will find it up-hill work to go on with the game. There is no doubt that William commit- ted the murder—not the least doubt In the world." “Mike Jones, you do not mean this in dead earnest?” “ I do. You know Will was sweet on the young lady, Miss Ward, and the girl’s father frowned on the youngster. How easy, then, for Will to watch'his opportunity and fling the old man into the lake. It would be a supposed case of accidental drowning, and then the coast would be clear for Will to win Laura and a fortune at the same time.” “Yes, it would seem to be, as you say,” admitted the mask, “ but of course it was not in reality that way. 1‘ waS.I! “ And he is reall and man? n Y truly the guilty “ I swear that such is the fact." “Thank Heaven for that!” fervently ejaculated Jim. “The clouds begin to drift away, and I am getting upon solid ground once more.” . “In reality you have never been off of it,” said Jones. “We are both solid, and if we move quickly enough shall be able to completely outwit this sneaking de— tective.” » “ What would you advise? ” “.The immediate arrest of William Ar- mor.” After a moment’s reflection the mask said: “This action would please me better than anything that could be done pro- viding this murder suSpicion must be made - public.” :: It is already public," asserted Jones. And, although suspecting Will, the detective is looking in another quarter alsoit Is that about the outlook? ” is." “Then We must move at once in the matter.” “At once.” The man in mask sat down now for the first time, and laid his hand on the gambler’s knee. “I trust you to engineer this affair, Mr. Jones.- You may depend on me to furnish the money, and all necessary ex- Denses, only I must not be known in the affair." “Very well," said the gambler. “I am in need of money just now.” “ How much is necessary for the pres. ent? ” “ A thousand.” The mask ,rose, drew forth a wallet, and counted out the amount, which he handed to the gambler- H I’ll see that William Armor is in the hands of the law before many hours,” said the gambler, “ and furnish evi— dence that will convict him of murder. I think this will disarm Tom Tunnel. \ . A... -- .v_ .q— The Detective in Mask. 11‘ If it does not, then more severe meas- ures must be resorted to." Buttoning his coat, Jim moved to the door. “I think we understand each other now. Mr. Jones?” “ Perfectly.” “ Good-night.” The door opened and closed, and the gambler stood alone in the little shanty. “Who the devil is that man?" This was the question uttered sharply to the empty walls, by the gambler, the moment the door closed on the form of Jim, the man in mask. Of course the walls of the deserted shanty had no power to answer, and the gambler was left to conjecture who his employer might be. It is safe that his conjeCtures shot wide of the mark. The money so unhesitating‘iy paid over by Jim was evidence of the man's earnestness of purpose, and that it would pay the gambler to cling to his Victim as long as possible. ' The gambler extinguished the light soon after the departure of his employer, and hi self passed out into the night. In th ean time the man in mask was striding down one of the dimly lighted back streets of the mining city, hurrying with nervous tread to his home. He did not notice the dark form flit— ting like a spirit in his footsteps, nor hear the footfall of the’one who was shadowing him closely. V 4, On and on moved Jim, all unconscious of the fact that he was shadowed. Who was the man who dogged the steps of the night wanderer so closely? We shall soon. see. Jim stood at a crossing, where the light from the upper window of a house touched his masked countenance. He seemed to hesitate here, a hesita- tion that was almost fatal to the pros- pects of the conspiring villain. A hand fell on his shoulder, and he turned about with a start of alarm. A single eye blazed in the face of the mask—the eye‘of Fate! “ Ha! Who are you? " Quickly Jim laid a hand on the butt of his revolver, but he was not per- mitted to draw it. A strong hand seized his wrist, and the next instant the black mask was torn from his‘face. A cry of alarm fell fromthe lips of Jim. “Ha!” cried a deep, yet low voice. “So it is you who parade the streets of Ishpeming in this guise? I am glad to know this.” ' That single eye flamed with an omi- nous fire into the unmasked face of the night-wanderer, then, of a sudden, hand and mask were flung aside, and the man rushed away in the darkness. “Ah, heaven! what has happened? ” With a groan of terror, an awful fear clutching at his heart, the unmasked vil- lain reeled from the spot. Who was the man who informed himself in this un- ceremonious manner of the identity of Jim, the masked night-prowler? Hiram Stiles! Was he, too, on the traill0f the murder mystery? If so, he had made a most important discovery, one that startled him not a little, for he recognized in the masked villain one whom he little expected to see on the streets in disguise at that hour of the night. The mystery was deepening. CHAPTER XIII. , WILL ARMOR’S DASH 1201+. LIBERTY. One evening just at dusk, as William Armor, sat in his room meditating over the situation, and wondering if it was not time for him to venture to call on Laura, a'carriage drew up in front of the house and a man alighted. “ Does Mr. Armor stop here?” The old man put this question to the ‘ proprietor himself, who sat on the porch smoking. “ What say? ” The old man who kept the house was He removed his pipe, and bent partially deaf. making a trumpet of his hands, forward to listen. The man repeated his question. “ Oh, yes—“yes. You want to see him? ” “Yes, I wish to see him.” “Then I’ll call him." “ No; just show me to his room.” “How?” “ Just show me to his room." “ Certainly, certainly.” a The man turned toward the carriage and uttered a word, when a companion sprang out, and the three men entered the house, and were soon on the stairs going up toward Will’s room. “ What is in the wind now?” muttered the young man, who had heard every word uttered below. “ I believe those fel- lows mean mischief, but I’ll not be caught napping. I shall not suffer them to arrest me, if that's what they are after." Will Armor opened his door, when a rap came thereon, and met the land— lord face to face. “Couple 0’ gents to see ye, Mr. Ar- mor,” announced the landlord. Then he stepped aside, and the two men entered. “ Good-evening, gents,” from Will. “ Good-evening, Mr. Armor! ” “ Ah! is that you, Gallagher?" cried the young man, as he recognizef? the man’s voice. Gallagher was a constable, and Will had met him a few times at Petoskey. They were passing friends. “ It’s me, Will,” admitted the constable. “Wait a moment. Let’s have a light on the subject.” The young man soon lighted a lamp; then he turned to the constable and his man. “Sit down, gentlemen.” “We haven’t the time just now.” “I am sorry. What is your business with me. Gallagher? ” “It is business of a grave nature,” an- swered the man, evincing no little nerv- ousness. “ I am here for the purpose of arresting you.” “ Arresting me? Nonsense.” “ It’s true, Will. I hope you’ll submit without trouble. I’ve no doubt you can prove your innocence, but—but—” “Of what am I accused? " “Of the murder of Mr. Ward.” Will was not surprised. The detective had warned him to look out for it. He realized that to go to prison would be to place himself in the power of his ene- mies completely, a fact that nerved him to resist arrest, perhaps unwisely. “Murder of Mr. Ward?” exclaimed Will, starting back and‘evincing great surprise. “ Who says he was murdered? ” “That’s not for me to discuss,” an- swered Gallagher. “ But I don’t believe the story.” “ I can’t help that.” The constable exhibited a pair of hand- cuffs. - “What would you do with them?” Will demanded sharply. “What would you do with them?” cried Gallagher, in apparent astonish- ment. “1 will not wear those bracelets. I am a free man, guilty of no crime. I will not go to prison. I feel that a conspiracy has been formed to ruin me, while the real murderer escapes. No, sir; you must not lay a hand on me, Gallagher, not a hand; if you do, you will rue it.” Will towered up, a young athlete, be- fore the oflicer, his bosom swelling, his eyes flashing fire. He was in deadly ear- nest. For the moment Gallagher recoiled. “Dod blast it!” ejaculated the stout man, who accompanied the constable; “don’t let the teller scare ye. Put the cuffs on and let's be oing.” Gallagher advanced toward Will. “Back!” thundered the youth. And the doughty constable recoiled, as well he might, for he found himself look- ing into the muzzle of a revolver, a keen. eye glancing along the barrel. “ No, sir; Il‘will not permit you to ar- ‘ - ../' t. rest rue,” argued Will. “ I am innocent, and will non go to prison. I wish to be free to hunt down the real assassin. Pocket your bracelets and go home, Gal- lagher.” “Young man, this is a serious affair,” growled the constable, as soon as he re- covered from his astonishment, for he had expected to find Will docile as a. lamb. “I am aware of that, yet you can make it more serious." “ How? ” “By persisting in your attempt to de— prive me of my liberty." Again Gallagher recoiled. He did not bear the name of a cow- ard, however, and it was not in his nat- ure to be driven off in this style. He had come to take Will to prison, and he inwardly swore that he would not go without him. “Young man, are you aware of the enormity of the crime you would perpe- trate, when you resist an officer? ” “I am innocent, and will not be led to doom,” grated Will. “I know it is wrong to resist an officer, so if you would save me from doing so, 'you will depart at once, and not molest me further.” There was no use arguing the point. Gallagher’s companion realized this, and he had been watching an opportu- nity to secure the youth. Just as the last word fell from the lips of Will Armor, the short man darted forward like an arrow, and attempted to grasp the youth about the waist. He had miscalculated the distance and Will’s agility, however. ' With the quickness of lightning Armor sprang aside, and as the man passed him be dealt the fellow a blow on the head with the butt of his revolver that laid him senseless on he floor. 0n the instant, allagher had a pistol drawn and presented at the breast of the man he would arrest. ‘ “Now, surrender, or I fire! ” exclaimed the constable. . Will was aware that activity was the one thing needful at the present mo- ment, and he acted upon that knowledge. As the cold steel touched his breast Will brushed it aside with one sweep of his hand; then, with his right digits tightly clenched, he struck from the shoulder, hitting Gallagher sqharely on ‘ the forehead. The force of the blow sent the con- stable reeling against the wall. 'This move gave Will a pathway to the door, and he bounded quickly in that di- rection. ' “Halt!” . But Will paid no heed to the sum- mons. a Spang! spang! Two sharp reports rang out. The flee- ing man heard the bullets strike the wall, but none came very near to the fugitive’s head. Will soon gained the stairs. A motley crowd filled the hall below as the'youth gained the head of the stairs. The boarders had been called out by the crash of feet and crack of a re- volver. I “Clear the way!” cried Will, as he went down the stairs at two bounds. As he struck the floor below, Gallagher had gained the landing above. “Stop that man! stop that man!” he shouted, waving his pistol wildly. But William gained the outer door un- I molested. He turned for a moment, facing the constable at the head of the stairs. "Good-by, Mr. Gallagher; I’ll see you later,” shouted Will, tauntingly. “Stop that man—he’s a murderer!” Again the voice of the constable filled the house, but it was of no avail. The, outer door opened and closed, and Will-‘ iam Armor disappeared into the dark ness of night. ‘ Great commotion prevailed. Will, however, made good his escape for the resent. Gallag er boldly proclaimed that Will- iam Armor was a murderer, and shocked many of the boarders deeply, who had, ‘0.“ .. Q 12 The Detective in Mask. learned to like the genial young man ex- ceedingly well. “If you will look after the man up- stairs, I will repair at once to the sta- tion and set the police on the lookout for the assassin.” This Gallagher said to the landlord, who promised to do as requested, and then the constable departed. At the time of which we write there were watch- men in the town, but not a regularly uniformed police force. Gallagher, how- ever, knew where to go to find one who would set the officers on the trail, and William Armor was soon to find that he had stirred up a hornet’s nest indeed. The man who had been felled by Will’s pistol was still insensible when the land- lord and several of the boarders went to Will‘s room. “ By hokey, friends, I believe the fel- Ier’s done for.” “Killed?” “It looks like it," uttered the land— lord. “ Then William Armor’s a murderer, indeed,” uttered a solemn-faced man, who had taken little part in the excite- ment up to this time. “ Yes, he’s killed his man for a cer. tainty now.” , CHAPTER XIV. THE NIGHT APPOINTMENT. 0n the following day while Mr. Strat- V ton was looking over his morning paper «q he came upon an article with glowing head—lines, that may or may not have astonished him. Charles Stratton was generally cool, and he evinced no excitement when he read as below: “A Bold Villain. A notorious charac- ter, who goes by the name of William 'Armor, but who is supposed to have a dozen aliases, resisted arrest last night when Officer Gallagher attempted to serve papers at his room, in a low house on W street. A desperate fight en- sued; many shots were exchanged, and 'Armor escaped, after a determined ef- fort on the part of Officers Gallagher and Roche to secure him. In the melee Roche was fatally injured. A large reward has been offered for the escaped outlaw. It is currently reported that our toWnsman, Mr. Ward, who was supposed to have been accidentally drowned, was really murdered, and detectives who have been looking into the matter, have found evidence that fixes the awful crime on this villain Armor. If the scoundrel is caught, a lynching party will be in or- der. Great excitement prevails, and our best citizens are thoroughly aroused to the importance of securing the man, who is at least guilty of two murders. Let every citizen be on the lookout for the scoundrel.” There was more in the same vein, but we have given enough to show the .animus of the article, which doubtless reflected public sentiment to a certain extent. I , Mr. Stratton looked up from his read- ing and glanced at his sister and Laura. “ Is it something interesting, Charles? ” questioned Grace, as she toyed with her spoon over her coffee. “, Rather. I will read it.” He did so. When he had finished he loked up to note the effect. Grace looked grave, while Laura’s face I was deathly pale. “ There is little doubt but the man will be captured,” said Mr. Stratton. “ I think, however, that the paper is rather . severe on the young fellow." -‘ Laura. “Goodness!” exclaimed Grace, her blue eyes going over in their glances to “ It cannot be that William Ar- mor is half the bad man that article would make him out to be.” “ I am not sure,” said Stratton. “He has been keeping evil company of. late. He must have been guilty of something' terrible, or he would not have resisted the officers, which, in itself, is .a very grave offense.” “ True enough; and I used to like Will. I am Very sorry for him—” “ William is not guilty of wrong,” broke in Laura at this moment, in a trembling voice. The suspicion that her father had met with foul play had been whispered to her before, so that she was not wholly un- prepared to see the assertion in print. “Wait and see, Laura. 1 hope not; I sincerely hope not," said Mr. Stratton, rising. “I will go down-tOWn and learn what I can of this affair. No doubt the paper has exaggerated, as all papers do. Keep quiet, and don‘t worry until I get back, Laura." With this parting injunction the mine- owner left the room. “Oh, Grace, this is awful!" “It is terrible,” admitted the spinster, in a low voice. . “And—and do you think they will harm Will if they find him?” questioned Laura, falteringly. “I can’t say. I’m sure I hope not,” answered Miss Stratton. “I like Will, and don’t wish him any harm; that is, unless——” “ Unless what, Grace? ” questioned Laura, as Miss Stratton hesitated. “ Unless he is guilty, as the paper of hurling Mr. Ward into the en, with a white heat of vehemence. “ I know William could not be guilty of that? ” “ How? ” Miss Stratton regarded the maiden with cool questioning. “ Because he was with me when papa was lost—~” But Laura could say no more. Her emotions quite overcame her, and rising, she rushed from the room. The day passed, and Laura kept her room, refusing to see any one. It was evident that the news of Will- iam Armor’s troubles had affected the young lady deeply. When Mr. Stratton came from the street at noon he reported considerable feeling among the people regarding the revela- tions of the past few hours. William Armor had few friends in the city after what had happened, and offi- cers were on the lookout for him. Telegrams were sent to different sta- tions on the railroads, thus putting the whole northern peninsula on the watch for a medium-sized young man, in brown clothing, black eyes and dark hair, with slight mustache, aged about twenty-five. Through the mails postal cards were sent, even to Wisconsin, and the lower peninsula of Michigan. ' William Armor had stirred up a hor— net’s nest, indeed. But the young man remembered the words of Tom Tunnel, the great detect— ive, that it is easier to keep out of pris- on than to get out, once one gets inside stone walls, and William meant to keep out if possible. His actions, however, were not those of an innocent man, and, perhaps he had made a very foolish move 'in refusing to surrender himself to the claims of justice. Just before dark an old man called at the door of the Ward mansion, and in- quired for Mr. Stratton. “ He is not in,” said the servant. “Can I see Miss Ward? ” ‘I No.” The door was closed in the old man’s face. He walked away without a word, but he seemed not the man to give up what he came for without an effort. He passed to the rear of the house, and peered up at a chamber window. A girl’s face was framed in the opv. window, whose eyes were red with recent ,weeping. ‘ “It’s the one I wish to see,” muttered the old man. i No one was in. sight just then, and the man swung his arm aloft. A small white pellet struck the maiden’s cheek and fell within the’ room. Then the old man turned quickly and hurried from the spot. Laura started as the rqund object fell against her cheek. “ ,/ - A pellet of paper fell to the carpet. Without looking to see who had thrown the pellet she secured it, and soon had it open-wa square bit of letter—paper, which had been rolled tightly about a small pebble. Laura was astonished to find some penciling on the inner surface of the paper. In the dim light she read: “ Miss Ward, I wish to see you alone, if possible, to-night. Wish to question you on an important subject. Will wait in the grove on the vacant lot, two blocks south. Hope you’ll not disap- point. “A Detective.” For some moments the young girl sat wonderingiy gazing at the hastily scrawled lines. "A detective?” she mused. “ Who can it be? Perhaps it is the man called Tom Tunnel, whom Grace spoke to Mr. Stratton about, not long ago. The great detective is in the city, and I should like to see him very much.” ‘After brief reflection, Laura resolved to meet the writer of the letters? She felt that there could be no'danger in doing so, since she had no enemies who could wish her harm. Shortly after dark Laura left her room, closely veiled, and passed down the stairs. Mr. Stratton had not yet come in from the office, and Grace was giving orders to Mary in the kitchen, and thus the maiden passed out unobserved. She had not been gone twenty minutes, however, when Grace, in passing along the hall carrying a lamp, discovered on the floor the very bit of paper which the detective had written to Laura, and where the latter had carelessly dropped it on her exit from the house. A frown came to the face of Grace when she read the note. At once she made her way to Laura’s room, and was not disappointed to find! it vacant. “She has gone to meet—whom?” For some moments the spinster stood clutching her lamp, glaring into va‘ cancy. After a moment she exclaimed: “ Ha! I have it! That note was from Will. I have suspected them of clan- destine meetings before. He has taken this way to see her again, to protest his innocence, no doubt, the deceiver!” A perceptible sneer curled the w -v man’s lips at the last. She hastened down-stairs just as her brother entereCL At once she laid the facts before him. “ Undoubtedly it’s Will,” Mr.'Stratton admitted. “I’m sure of it,” asserted Grace. “What shall we do? ” “You must do your duty, Charles,” cried Grace, with solemn mien; “go to the grove with force enough to capture the daring and impudent desperado, who will, if not interfered with, steal Laura from under our very noses.” “But supposelthe man is not Will? ” “ There is no such supposition." “It may be Tom Tunnel.” . “Well, no harm will be done in find— ing out.” “ I will go at once." and soon Stratton left the house, heavily armed, proceeding in the direction of the vacant lot. CHAPTER XV. Darncrivrr'rom as mortisme Laura was not long in making her way to the vacant lot, which was cov- ered with a growth of small trees, situ_ ated only about eighty rods residence of the Wards. from the It was, not a. dark night, for a new moon was riding in the heavens and Laura easily made her way to thé cen- tre of the grove. In a little while she heard - hind her. ' ' a Step be Turning, she stood face to face with a,man. “Miss Ward?” “Yes.” “I am glad you came. I feared you O i «a: . .,"7' s. < it: 1e.» V. . he Detach 3:: would not. I will not detain you long. “Exactly. Your father was opposed “How do you know?" . You are a brave girl, and I believe I can to the match? " “ I~I know.” )wn ?’ trust you." ‘ “ He was." Well? ” had “First tell me who you are," said “Did he know of the engagement?” But Laura refused to say more just; “1.1., 1 Laura, drawing away from the man in— “‘ He did not.” then, and the detective, turning to de~ t a stiuctively. “Exactly—” part, said: , ' r “I will be frank with you, Miss “ And it was wrong,‘very wrong, for ‘i‘1 Will not question you further tO- . line 3 \Vard. I am Tom Tunnel, the detective, us to act so,” Laura interrupted. “I night. At BHOUIGI‘ time We Will meet, . the if and am seeking to unearth the mystery see it all now. and—and if poor papa and perhaps you will then be willing to surroundingthe death of your father.” was alive, I would never, never deceive 1611311 you know." ‘ i. “Vle?” with a spasmodic grasp at him in that way again.” [0111 hUI‘I'led away, but not a bun— no her throat, ' “Of course 'not,” said the detective. dred yard? had he gone, When a hand ior; l “Perhaps you may be able to throw “So you and William were engaged, the £911 011 his Shimmer and Whll'led him my light 'upon a (137k subject" ymarriage to take place when you should 3129‘“- wo “I———I fear not. I know but little about come of age?” ' . T011} Tunnel—:Scoundrel! What are lp‘ , the events of that awful night." “ You have guessed the truth." Sou domg here. 1 , “As much as any one, I'm thinking. “ All ‘this in direct opposition to the The detecme StOOd face to face With t Have you heard the news regarding Wishes Of Your father?” Chiarles Stratum! ' , .. “rilliam Armor? n u Alas! yes'n Ah! Mr. ,Strattonl I am most happy ‘ 4.3, lat 1 “Yes; it is awful!" “Your father and ‘William quar- to meet you: . ‘ ‘ ' “y it". “ Admitted. An attempt was made to reled?” The detectlve held out his hand. arrest him for murder... «‘1 fear so.” The moonbeams streamed down into ho , . l. Yes.” a Exactly” , the face of stratton, revealing its pallor, ed. .. t «For the murder of Harry Ward,” A short silence here ensued. At length and the mud blue eyes flaming .With [11 9 For some moments not a word fell Tom Tunnel Said! “ rage‘ . 2 at ‘ from the lips of Laura. She could not " The evidence is strong against Mr. _ He refuhed to Shake With thi3 detect- 1‘1 speak if she would. Armor, but I am satisfied that he is not “’3 , a ., ‘ K “*1 “Doubtless you know why I have the guilty one. Now, Miss Ward, a few What 15 the troublev Mr- Stratmn? 3 " ' 3d -. , sent for‘ you, Miss Ward? " questions regarding your home life. qufszned Tunnel 00°11)" ' ' r V "N-no, I haven’t the slightest idea.” ‘Who constitute the household?” ~ (hell. 3,1 Sh°w y°“’ y°u sneaking Swan" 2‘» 3 ' 1' '{To‘ let a little light upon a. dark sub- The den ave the . ' ' ' ’3 , ‘ Ject- You haVe heard 0f me: M183 Strattonnaliis sisgter and E33233 8:1“? r At the words he drew 3' revower and ~ .r -‘ tr, \, Ward?" “ Eh ’ ’ ~. ;,,, thrust 1t int the face of the detective. ‘ , V V , xactly. Who is this Edward Caro. T T l, n d t E: V “I have heard of Tom Tunnel,” she '“ A ‘young man in the employ'of Mr. ‘ om “n 8 mm 6 a 5 ep' ,' j“ answered. “ \ Stratton’.” . V 2 “Then you know thatyou can trust “ What were the relations existing ‘ CHAPTER XYI' ,3 mg? ” H . between Mr. Stratton and your father? ” WAS DETECTIVE TOM " NONE FOR"? , u I feel so-yes. _ n ' “ They werypartners." , ' Charles Stratton had reason to be as~ - ' i That is not a little gained. littered “ Of course; but their social rola- tonisbed at the quick move made by the, ’i' g’ the man, with a satisfied ’smile. NOW. tions?” ‘\ fi‘ detective at thht instant. " '\ d r _ then. Will you answer the questions I “They were on the best of 'terms, of Ere the mine-owner was aware of it, he, * h . 8113.11 putdo 3:9“? I a coure." ' ‘ ‘ found his revolver wren bed from 1 . " 1 Wm U‘Y- ” “ Why of course? ” . hand, and he stood disa ed before Tom}. . I I} 7‘ “I could ask no more than that “My father would not associate with Tunnel, / v ‘. - ‘ V p ' Proceed. . a man, even in business, whom he could “ Now, then, Charles, stand and .de-- ‘ ' a ‘x' " First. then, I Wish. *9 makehure how not trust and regard as a friend.” liver.” , ' '_ ‘ . 'Wiiliam Alfmot' Stand! “1 thls 3333?- “Exactly.” ‘ A cold ring. of steel pressed the mill?- 3, '. w; What relation, does he hear to you» The detective paused andreflecte’d a ionaire‘s temple. r- ._ | [t Wfil‘d- ‘ n " moment. ‘ Stratton recoiled with a shudder of, "Th":t 0f. ’- frieyg- “ You are“ sure Mr. Stratton and your alarm. I ' ,9; ; ' “ Naming more”- father were on the best of terms?” “Would you murder me?” he gas, 3 l ,. 1:? y “03"” n y no‘- , “I am," 1‘ “You attempted to murder .11: j g , v, to the story that he is guilty of “ Were they equal partners?”./ growled Tunnel. “ Isn’t turn abbut lair f: “o. , hQPic‘de’ What is Y°°rn°Pmi°n7 “ Oh, no; father owned the largest part play? ” ~ c. That he“ innocent ' of the business.” “I—«I was mad.” . .3," Tom Tunnel. for be it was. was well Ah‘! " « ‘ "Exactly," drawled the detective, “buts. ,pleafied With her Straightforward 311‘ Another silence. - it doesn’t pay to let your passions rfi ‘ swers. ’ " Miss-Ward, what proportion of the away with you in this style, my honor~ “\ T “Can you fell 1119.“ Win W33 With business‘ was owned by Charles Strat-- able friend. It would be bad’,.and might I x ‘ your father~' ton? ” . ‘ ‘ ' ‘ go hard with; you, if you had two mus; ‘ " ' “ Mr. Tunnel! ” exclaimed Laura. in- “I cannot say, but I believe about one— ders to answer for." V , . 1’“.- tel‘rupting the detective With 8 pained ,quartor.", ’ ~ Stratton started and glared at ‘thii. ‘i crib “you must understand how painful. “Has a will been found?” speaker. ‘X . v i 7 i .‘ 1th 6 subject is to me, and if you. have «No... 1 i The keen eyes of ,nom Tunnet‘pl v if mot a good and sufficient motive beg “ Are you the only'heir? ” ., the man’s very soul.’ -' 5‘“: ‘- hi9; you n°t to burrow my {eelingg' ,. "1 Suppose 80.” ' “leod heavens, sir! what. area?“ A ~~'>. "o ’ ‘9'! have a $006 and Plummet“ mouvev “ Bear with me, Misa Ward, for it. is {talking about? " z ‘» , '~ asserted-WOW Tunnel- “11 Y0“ trust duly the best of motivesthat prompts! The minerownet‘ found his v, pa 4 me, you'w‘ln‘never regret it. It may be me tolquestion you so closely. I would last, and gave utterance to the obey. the meansi’i’fi suing. William Armor ask what were the relations existing be- words. . . ’ ' ,: from prison and‘of bringing an infa- tween yourself ,» and your father’s part- “lfmeant what I said,“ coollyartiow -, mous criminal {0‘3"“1093' 'nel'? '.' ' " . lated the detective, still transflxing;the' .' After this explanation, Laura ,was “Sir?” I ' millionaire with his eyes. ~ ready and willing to answer i311 Ques‘ There was an indignant ring in the But Charles Stratton had‘recoveredfiio ; , ,tions. ‘ ' .; tgirl’s voice. * equanimity, and returned the detectiy ' “Was William Armor with your “Don’t misunderstand me. Miss; Was" glance with one of cool indifference. not Mr. Charles Stratton a particular friend, not to say], a. warm admirer 'of if; father just before he fell into the lake? "‘ “You must ex lain outwit"; u "‘He was not, but with me in the D y H asserted Mr. Stratton._ “Youths; ’ " . ,‘kabinJ' yours? " . , .vatied my house like a. thietinthe ‘ . “As he told me. Had you any other “I .am nottsure. Mr; Stratton was 9.1- and I demand satisfaction,", 4 fl. acquaintance 0n the Mai hes‘des‘w‘li? ways friendly, ofcourse.” t .. You know that Iiam a detecti- “ Several." . “ Exactly; andhe has grown stratum? " o '- more “so during the past few weeks? ” I “'I have heard You say so.” “ Naturally, he has." .i ' i '; ,_ :‘IEléactIY- You respect him highly?!” man 3110 murdered your partnerNin ‘ r 0.". ‘= ’ . ' l ‘ . “Has it not struck You that this Mrt Stratton has been ‘a great deal more friendly of late? Don’t-you think—3’ “ Stop, sir! ” Laura. cried. ‘indiguantly. {"1 will _.,fn,ot answer any more of your questions.” ‘ ’ _' ‘. : "‘Very‘ well; you need not. in that di- i‘ection at least. Iain already answered". " What do you mean? ” ,““Gentiemeu?,i" ” 5 ,‘-,“"Both ladies and gentlemen. . I-']ilimci;ly. Was one of them a large man, with heavy beard and piercing eyes? it . . . ~ I “ 0! none of my friends‘wouldx bear that description." . “ . ‘f Very well. Now, was it no a fact . that William’Armor was more than a ,.;i1“‘friend- to yen—that he expected some , day to bear a hdly relation to the dough: , , ter'og the ~miil airs miner? " ' Not eliminate 't; di'd the'girl hesitate alarm on the man’s’ face. i ‘ ~“ Have you found“ woman?!“ "‘Not yet.” 'v ” 1;“ a “ It wasn‘t you. then~ "that I futile attempt to arrest Willi root?” " ,< m é. 4,. ' . 'inroply. , / I “I doesn’t matter. If you, hear, that “.No.“ { y .«gYouv mg}; to pry deeply into my af- Willi . {sin jail toé-morrow you won’t “i thought it was? 1, ,_. 239.131", 1; new .but as your. motives arew'oarew {mean to run/two; assassin‘to “You were mistake ,._;’,=:' J Vi‘sood'lcwlli notttalgo offence: Will and I earth?“ a > J A r - - v ‘ . ~ . _ gimp; ‘snmce, ma memyge ‘ ‘ ‘ '3'" “$.41 ~ ‘ t“ ' “But “pi {isn’ti ’ 5‘:- ’ {I a ‘ We; said: . 114 I - - - V The Detective in Mask. “Now, see here, Mr. Stratton, let us understand each other. What do you know about this attempt to arrest young William Armor?” “ Nothing.” “You are not dealing honestly with me.” “I am.” “ You would like to see the assassin of Harry Ward brought to justice?” “ If there is such a man.” “ Do you doubt? ” “ I do. I am still of the opinion that Harry Ward came to- his death in an accidental manner.” Then you do not think William guil- ty I )) “Of murder? Certainly not. He‘s a hot-headed young scamp, and unprin- cipled, but I can’t and won‘t believe he is a murderer.” , The detective was puzzled, perhaps surprised. Stratton was now utterly cool. “I can assure you that I know that your partner was murdered,” asserted the detective, after a minute of reflec- tion. “Ah, you know this?” It I do") “Then you may count on me to assist in finding the assassin.” “I am glad to hear you say that." “ If the old gentleman was murdered, William Armor is the assassin, without a doubt. You must ferret out his place of concealment; I should think. You once worked up a more difficult case.” “Admitted,” said Toni Tunnel. “I think I shall be able to put my hand on the murderer before long.” “ That is all right, but I don’t exactly like your sneaking around my house as you did to-night. If you want to see any of the inmates, why not come to the house like a man, and make known your wants? This sneaking, cowardly way, such as you adopted to—night, provoked me beyond measure.” “ I see that it did. I had my reasons for acting as I did, however.” “What were they?” “I cannot give them now.” “ Do you know what I think of you? ” 6‘ I! “That you’re a cheat.” A‘smile swept the face of the detective. “No use, Mr. Stratton, you and me trying cross-horns. Let’s be friends.” This time the millionaire accepted the hand of the detective. . Could these two be friends in the future. ‘ Tom Tunnel did not believe it. He fancied that underlying the present smooth exterior of Mr. Stratton was a plotting, vengeful heart, and he resolved always to be on his guard while in the presence of the millionaire mine-owner. “Give me my revolver and I will go, Mr. Tunnel.” A Without a word the detective handed over the weapon, at the same time bring- ing forward one of his own, with which he covered the heart of the mine-owner. “If you attempt to use that pistol, I’ll bore you. “ Bah! What a coward! ” Then, with this sneering remark, ,Charles Stratton strode from the spot. Tom Tunnel watched him until his tail, slender form was lost to view; then he turned and retraced his steps to the spot where he had left Laura. The girl had departed. For some moments the detective stood deeply reflecting. “I am puzzled to know who set the officers on track of Will Armor,” he ut- tered. “I haVe an idea.that the real assassin is endeavoring to cover his tracks by bringing the young man to the front. It is bad, Will’s defiance of the Officers, and he will be considered guilty now, and hunted with venomous hatred ‘by the minions of the law. I am sorry this happened- I hope the youngster will keep out of the clutches of his ene- mies until I can sift this affair a little deeper. I am sure that the big man with the serpent eyes, full of devilish cunning, knows something of this mur— der. it seems that between us it is to be war to the death. be the man I want; but what was his motive? believe it.” toward the suburbs of the city. building that occupied the center of a. large lot. the house. detective‘s form was in deep shadow. crouching posture, not ten feet behind the unsuspecting detective. glittering, serpent eyes pierced the dark- ness, coals, as they were fixed on the form of Tom Tunnel. tective, while an enemy was creeping upon him from behind. tiger. ward. and—— death, perhaps, to the unsuspecting de- tective. out from its mantle of clouds, vealed a silent form on the ground, with pallid, upturned face. form, a pair of gleaming triumphant eyes glowing down upon the silent face of Tom Tunnel, the great detective. “The fool ought to have known better than to attempt coping with Mike Jones, the Chicago Crook-Chief.” whistle, which was answered by the sud- den appearance of a third party—a short stout man, whose short curls and jaunty hat gave him a natty appearance. the chuckle. Mike Jones, but he won’t do it again. I don’t see what possessed the fool to follow me to the copper regions. I ought to have, dumped him in the lake before the Lake Queen landed.” sent him to join old Ward,” uttered the second man. night. a dust when they find the body.” lifted the body from the ground, and moved toward the rear of the old house, Mike Jones in advance. beside the curb of an old well. as he gazed over the curb into the damp, bottomless depths of the well. it a moment over the opening, and then released their hold. below, accompanied by a low cry. man; “ I———” the man’s speech. and too much.” down yonder,” and then the short man shuddered. Mike Jones, that is his name, and So let it be! Jones may Ordinary robbery? I will not Tom passed down, turning his steps In a little time he stood before a low He was without the city limits now. No light shone from the windows of The moon went under a. cloud. and the A prowler suddenly rose from a A pair of and seemed to burn like living Immovable as a statue stood the de- Would he be warned in time? Nearer and nearer crept the human An instant later he leaped for- Thud! It was a sickening sound, that meant When a moment later the moon came it re- Standing over the body was a giant muttered the assassin. “It is well,” Then the man uttered a low, plaintive CHAPTER XVII. WAs IT A NEW CLEW? “You’ve fixed him, Mike." “ You bet. I never miscalculate,” said large man, indulging in a low “Tom once got the start of “Yes, it would have been well to have “Well, he won’t trouble us after to- “ No, but the local police will kick up “ But they won’t find it." “ What will you do?” \ “Just lend a hand, and I’ll show you.” And then the two men bent down and When they came to a pause, it was “ In there? ” questioned the short man, “ In there,” was the laconic reply. The two men lifted the body, balanced Swiftly the body shot from sight. A dull thud came from the darkness “By thunder!” exclaimed the short “Stop!” growled Jones, interrupting “You talk too loud “ But the fellow wasn’t‘dead.” “ Nonsense.” “I ‘heard him cry out as he struck‘ “ Tush! You’re a fool, young fellow. It ;, . was our only salvation to put Tom Tun- nel out of the WOI‘1( “ Of course; but he was alive when he went into that well just now.” “ If he was, he‘s dead enough now; but to make sure, we‘ll fill up the well, then he won’t get out, I reckon.” This devilish proposition was received with a shudder by the big gambler’s companion. Evidently he was not so crime—hard- ened as was the Chicago crook. Jones lifted a block of wood from the ground and approached the well. He hurled it over, and then turned away. His ears were greeted with the sound of voices. “Come,” whispered “ let’s get out of this." “You’re nervous, youngster." “ Can’t help it.” “ Com this way.” The big gambler glided away, closely followed by his somewhat scrupulous companion. An hour later Mike Jones entered a. saloon on the main street of the city. He was alone now, and walked straight to the bar. After swallowing a glass of hot poison he went to an empty table and sat down, drawing his wide—rimmed hat low over his eyes, while he watched the move- ments of the people who lingered about the room, drank whisky or beer, and. went out. . Tho stout gambler was in good humon- to-night, as well he might be. There was but one man in the North- west he feared, and that man was dead. He certainly could afford to congratu- late himself on the situation. While he sat watching the proceed- ings a short man came in, paused an instant on the threshold, and then walked directly to the bar. After drink- ing he sauntered on and sank into a. chair, within a few feet of Mike Jones. “Will you play?” Thus asked the stranger, whose red beard and hair were a flame color, and exceedingly abundant. ” his companion, “Would a horse eat when he was hun-» gry?" answered Jones. Then he called for cards, and over foaming mugs of. beer the two were playing an interesting game. Occasionally Jones would glance sharply into the face of his companion. “How do you like it, pard?” (‘ )1 “ My fix-up.” . Mike Jones glanced sharply, more scrutinizingly than ever at the man, and at length said: “Good. I’ve been trying to read you all along. Your disguise is complete.” “I imagined it would be. a good job to-night.” “ Excellent.” “ We have nothing more to fear? " “ Nothing.” The last comer rubbed his left. ear and smiled. “ Only a little time, and we are rich men, Mike.” “ Precisely." “We must not forget William Ar- mor, however.” “ No; where is he?” “ I don’t know. He can’t be far away,, however. You are sure that your evi- dence will convict him? " “Of course. Durn it, boy, he is the murderer.” “ No? ” an incredulous look coming to the face of the red-bearded man. “It is the truth. William Armor saved us the job.” ' “ That is lucky; but what use, then, in putting the detective under?” “That was my affair, and the truth; might come out, you know, with mm poking his nose into our affairs.” 0 “ Quite true." “ You ought to be satisfied.” “I am; but William?” “ We will find him in good time." ” Has Jim come down with any more: .money lately? ” r .,‘ That was. .«w—‘f The Detective in said the short man. "I am sorry,” e ‘ “I’m getting close up with my salary, ‘and you know he promised to divide 1 evenly between us.” . . “Yes, of course, and he Will keep his 1;." word." “You know him, then?” ' ‘ “Of course.” “Just tell me his name." Mike Jones leaned fo'rWard and whis- " if I peéag, in the ear of his companion. 1?»;7 ‘ ' at he said seemed to have won- . derful effect, for the short man started if, and dropped his cards. “ It's mighty close in here; let’s go out- side," and the red-haired man sprang to his feet. ' “ Better go home,” suggested the gam— bier, in a low tone; ‘f I will see you again to—morrow at this’time; before that Will may be found, you know.” Without a word the last comer hur- ried from the saloon, and pushed his way toward the residence part of the city. .. ‘He was s adowed, however, for the moment he eft the saloon a shadower ifollowed noiselessly in the footsteps of they'red-haired villain, and was but a y , 5 'fiewteet behind when the man entered a “17’: i" T-g‘house. . .1 Outside the shadow waited. * It was but a little time, when‘the man came out and moved once more. a -~ . i ‘ In a little time he gained the‘vicinity . MU. of the Ward mansiOn. Pausing, he ' .glanced up at‘ a window from which a light} glowed. ' I ~, , “Ah,,how I would like to possess that . glorious girl! But she is “not for me. I must content myself,with money that .will permit me to engage in‘gambllng. kDOWS! ” i ’ "Then the man passed on, and was . , soon in a, mglitrpom under the roof of ,w ria cheapyb‘oarding-house. He lit the lamp " . , angE'i‘QW‘hlmself into a chair. A White, 'v {(1 face it was that the light re- .r_,’,; 'ea (1, rather boyish in its outline, how- , .ever. . ‘ ’ ‘ *The “ shadow " pout-zed outside, and‘ a single eye glared in at the fwindow. - . He had trailed, the gamblers friend ‘ to is den, and there he sat, under the . ' glow of the lamp, without disguise, and ' was at onc’e recognized by the person ' - who had so pertinaciously clung to his itrall. , ' .r. Who was the man who gazed in upon “f j ,. the young gambler's accomplice in crime? " .We cannot reveal his identity here, {but the face within the, little room,,s 1-minly‘r'evealed by the glow of the lam , imagine of Charles Stratton's clerk, “human XVIII. , I , , wth magnum. A FIX. V . It was the evening following the "events recorded in the last. chapter, ‘ ' .,-Mr'. Charles Stratton’iand his sister ‘- . had been closeted together for more than. , » an hour, talking over busine ‘ and Laura, who had been in er room “most or the afternoon, suddenly became trestlessiand uneasy. ~ Blair interview with the great detective [on the ‘eVening previous had been utter- ” l'7%unsatikfac,tory. ‘It was evident that he believed»; Willa wronged man, yet he ndétermined on hunting down the whoever hemightbe. » \ “Sheffoenl'd hot help admitting that .Stratto‘n had been unusually-kind, not ‘How. long this is God only affairs, “ that swelled and moaned in its vastness to the north and east. ’ “The air is cool outside, and I shall feel better to take a stroll.” Drawing a light summer shawl over her head, Laura passed from the room. In a little time she was in the open air. The cool tlake breezes revived her drooping energies, and as she walked across the velvet lawn her spirits rose, and she felt stronger. At length she paused under a tree, and leaned against the fence that separated the Ward lot from that of a neighbor. She stood for some minutes looking at the moon creeping up the heavens. Of a sudden a crackling of twigs start- led her. A man’s form arose suddenly from a clump of bushes on the opposite side of the fence, and strode toward Laura. ' ' The maiden was frightened and start- ed to flee. “ Laura! ” i A low voice called her name. She paused and looked back. “Laura, do not flee. I will not harm you. Don’t you know me, little girl?” “Oh, Will! " , . At onCeLaura darted‘toward the stal— wart intrudhr, and was folded to his heart. ‘ . For three minutes not a word was ut- tered. ‘ "‘Oh, Will! I have wanted to see you so much, and tell you'all my troubles." “ Yes,” said Will. . Then another silence followed. ‘ f‘ Where have you been so long, Will?” “ Hiding away from the officers.” “Oh, Will!" and Laura. shuddered' as she nestled more closely in the arms of ,her lover: , . . “: Don't trouble yourself on my ac- count,” urged Will. “I don't mean to give myself up at present. Circum— stantial evidence is too 'strong against me.” i “ And you might be convicted? ” . “Yes? ' ‘ “ 4 " ‘ She; drew away from him then sud- denly. ; I . . . “ Will,” you are'not guilty? ”. v . , ~ “. You know that'l am notg'L'a'ura! ’? “ Yet you resisted arrest; and are even ,xagainst yo‘u,‘ .who' would. otherwise be your‘;i§rlends. on, .Will; Will! I fear ‘ you have made a grave mistake.” Laura covered her face ‘With her hands, 3 and seemed quite overcome for the. time. 1. regarding the girlrin' silence. “What h'is emotionsnhis thoughts, we "do but’donbtlessxhere wassomethlng’ of bit- terness in'rhis heart, aslhe realized that even- his' betrothed wife was standingon: the side of. his enemies, and blaming him for the course, he ‘ ‘ad “taken. ' ' } ' “Laura, look .at, 9.”, - __ Low and start: chme'the'wOrds. " C K ; --'I‘he maiden-dropped her han‘dsTat‘onee, and through her‘ tears. looked into "his face", .' ~ ' , ‘ .-.. x. ‘ ‘ . “ Laura, Have you ceased to love me? Do y‘o’tiim- ‘of your father, that ‘I‘ might marry his daughter . ,nd revel in his wealth—3’" oagvlmufr .‘ ‘ i "It-you canth trust inewietrits' part forever; _ I W you,‘ Laura, let the dear. iiegple ‘ sayT kwhat‘ they‘lwtmld. I am; fugitive with a price upon ‘my \head; and >1 sought_,you ‘ Go slow, Mr. Strattonhor it will be worse now? in hiding. ' Many'people will turn' The fugitilv‘e stood ,with folded arms! hot knots: you say} havei done wrong. .gfim’ namely. {await 3,9,?ij agine I had, aught-to do with the réniioval. ‘Wmmg’my enema“? "‘7? i’ L :1 n:- .‘.I,'.. t. j Yet. still Laura “elongate” the ’Will " ‘ ‘ ‘~ I wouldnot believe 'wrnn'got' ,‘mfiltom 'chdlisflmbifi ,4 “ Do you believe me guilty of murder? I wish you to answer that question.” “ Will—Will, you know I do not believe you guilty." ' She had brushed away her tears, and become suddenly calm under the power of exerted will. ~. “ God bless you, Laura! ” Once more he opened his arms. and she rushed forward, pillowing her head upon his breast, and for a time the lovers were lost to all their surroundings. The await-1 ing was far from pleasant. A hand fell on the shoulder of VVill- iam Armor, and a voice hissed in his ear: . “ I have you, scoundrel! Come with me peaceably, or die!” - Laura uttered a little shriek, and . would have clung to her lover. had be ‘H not pushed her fnom him: then he turned and'looked into the face of Charles Strat- ton. ~ The moonbeams revealed the faces of i the men plainly—Will's dark and defiant, . the mine-owner‘s pale, yet full of rigid { determination, as he pushed a gleaming“ revolver against the breast of;3the out- .' lawed fugitives . \ ‘ ~ ’ '1 “Surrender, murderer!” ' ‘ “Put up your pistol, Mr. Stratton‘,”” ordered Will; coolly. “ You know thatI‘. ' .am not a murderer,any more than your are.” ' " " “I cahnot bandy words. fire!" '. , ‘ v “ If you shoot, you will but add another murder to the one already committed."- ACome, or I for- you}? - . ,. At this moment Laura stepped torWat‘d and interfered. ’ V » “Go to the house, girl!" commanded! the millionaire, angrily. i \ She recalled and dared not remhns' strate. ‘ - .- “'Coward!." hissed Will. . A The next instant be. seized soar » by the wrist and «wrenched the revolts from his grasp. ‘ ~ . , , The millionaire was no meansxifager onist, as Will was soon to discover to" . cost. The moment he lost his-liven ’ Stratton flung. himself 'upon the’ man, and attempted to hurl him to; t}: ground. , ‘ ‘ -‘ ' “ Release me! ‘." hissed W'ill. “Help! ‘Heip! Murder!" A. , .. Loud and clear rang the voice with)?" millionaire. »’ " " f _ Will realized at once the dangers (:11, position. V 7 ,. ‘ , " ‘ He heard a door openvat [th houserand knew thatsoon men we hurrying to the spate. = ' S ' ' ‘f Stop that yelling!" , i ’ , “H‘elp'! Murdér!’ ~ , ,. Will’s digits closed.abcut~thexthroa;t " ‘ the howling mine-Owner, and further" tieulationwa‘s suddenly shut nifg ; gig I “write-wanton out! Y ua” *9- ml; mun-33 screamed [sweetie forward a‘ndaseizing the arm of. his: la x} “Take aWay your. hands", 5 Steps and veieesf'wer‘e plain sank to the! pond. F, 9'“ 3030118 ’-D_etrogier..,turnvr§.s pm hing niegike a now to'know exactlyiliow,youssthod, I :‘ ‘ Meaningrwithfirtght,“ trim. here now aWaitingF-youx; judgment.ij -,1n,‘-‘the 1.1mm} heif‘lovel' ‘He boweth head and waited!“ her‘gérl Release-Iris! «. to speak. , ».‘- f ‘ w ‘ " '1 “5.31,”, the girl only n “ Subs alon‘je greeted his ear. ,, if, r?" ‘-andzitvqas only embed“ ', Laura, this ia‘pnirutgt' he criedfixi a; Mandamus. “Um 1°»; louder-Noise than be meantito use, con-5. the maiden nourish-1ier to say attentive, to her ’3 ncethe death . her parent," but, “until the question-1 " .othoni Tunnel, 'shomthg‘ught there ' Jld'b'enothi” wrongv , .v V 4, mow her magi was (Mindawith‘ dou pt indifaars. .f ;- » ,_, v ' 1.8M had not (met Willin many weeks, and use an uncontrollable desire-tome fronting her with guests ‘ eyesionce .‘flung;fher:1rom 336?. ioyer:»9088838bd thexirl. . ‘ unore.‘ ' "‘ Tell, me quickly“ ml in ,pmfir . She‘reeled and tell “‘ How 1* hot and oceanic l , hitch it Words,tyonr'poplniong; uttered ultra. chin to ,e W - new! i a, 1" w. d,, ,. , “we _. 'j'guiit3.3m mgr? steer guardian. .- 3 ‘ ‘ t - . " xi ifblt‘nsin‘deime 1mm: W Wfi‘ld’llmr: . ' V: ' .i' . . i I , fie" .., ,h ,.. . l, ‘37.,“ The Detecuve Mask.” a tially from his choking, and now uttered the shout. \ ‘ . Several men had been attracted to the grounds, and at this startling announce- ment circled out to cut off retreat. Will was desperate now, add with the butt of his revolver he laid the first man who crossed his mm low. On the instant, however. a fierce howl V filled the air, and the next moment a savage bull-dog dashed from the rear of the house, and pounced upon the fugi- ‘ ve. CHAPTER XIX. ‘TRAI’PED BY A ’GBOAN. The huge dog closed his jaws upon, Will's coat in the rear, and sank back with closed eyes and deadly grip. The cloth was strong, and the dog heavy, so the fugitive realized that it would be impossible to escape without disposing of the brute. Thrusting his revolver behind him, he fired: _ He felt the dog loosen suddenly, and I once more brave Will Armor bounded 'away. ', _ 'One man crossed his path, only to go .down before the on-rush of the fugitive. "Don’t let him escape!” screamed Stratton. “Shoot the villain—eshoot, shoot!” , . n Most of the men were unarmed, how- ever. " , Only one shot was fired, and that whis- * 1 tied wide of the mark. Soon Will was on pidity toward the heart of Ish'peming. He realized that’to be seen on the main thoroughfare meant instant capture, since the whole city was on, the lookout him; consequently after going a'short , i-‘distance, he changed his course, and was ‘3, soon moving towardthe suburbs of the ftown. , , _ . _ -‘Spon the whole city would be in arms, . for Charles Stratton would not rest while a single hope remained for capturiLg the assassin ofhis partner that night. ,/.W‘ill believed he unders ood why trat- was so terribly ‘anx ous to secure .zr“ .Wlth rapid strides Will ‘entered the '(poorly litstreets, far. from the centre, of the busy city, and he was congratulat- ing himself on his lucky escape from the environs so lately .thrown bout him, when he felt.a hand fall upo his shoul- der. while, at the same time, a ring of mid/steel was pressed against histam- s Dozyou cave. youngiater?" :\, '.\' _speak-' I “Will- turned instantly upon the , . i . \ .31; pair of gleaming eyes. full of a ser- pents cunning, were fixed, upon his face ,fivey'es that had haunted him since the : ght of that awful tragedy on the lake, wt many weeks agonew i ' , 'Who are you? ” demanded Will. with a honohalant stare at the interrupter of ‘f’rliijiwalk. . . ‘,‘_ v _ ’ f:- I‘ want you." - ‘9‘, cu .dan't. have me." I / ith, the fwords, William Armor swung, anagram are the big man .with th .‘ 'ing eyes was aware of bisintention. maimed a’blow between the eyes, that , ed'him back as an on might reel use as lhexbntcher’s ax. ' ' , .. when he recovered William Armor had i rubbing his forehead, with a-grim- that follow struck like a kicking ’ futons fell on his ear, and the next; ' hart man paused at the! huge has , . “.‘ H: 33 hat: is this eyes, as?" . . Yes- . What’s the racklt, paid 2 h ,...‘f Nothing. only Will'Armor’s close by... signs '13 a tap on r the ' sconce ~that Me. so start? j ' ‘ "the fellow, is hold I ’1‘ awaits'shis‘aoapto . \»‘ a 3‘; , . ,. f. 1' r .i» age-5m around .n 'n z .. fi’the street, and walking with great ra- ' ‘ bows-ts of» the'earth. _ WPWRWTL ' n i ' . " “SWeil, ,I‘ll=,be' «booted! ,‘exclaimed the ‘ i we: W «am in a straw-stack,” averred‘the big man,- wbo was no less a personage than, Mike Jones, the Chicago crook. ' “I am sorry you did not hold him." “Wal, so am I. The reward would have come good to us, Ed", “It would," said Edward Caro, with a sigh. ‘ lie was even now on his way to one of the gambling hells of the city. anx— ious to drown the cares of his young life at the gamingdalile, and it was only by accident that he ran upon the big Chicagoan. “ Are you going to try your luck again to-night. Ed? ” ' . “ Yes.” “ At the Crescent? ” “I had thought of. it." “Better go with me, instead." “ Where? " “ To Little Hal's.” “That’s rather a low place, isn‘t it, Mike? ” The big man laughed. “ You’re getting particular, boy. Haven’t 'you learned to trust me? I won’t take you to any place where your morals'will become corrupted—oh, no. Ha, ha. ha! ” » 1 Edward Caro, young in years, was yet fast learning the Ways of the underdrain of wickedness that permeated the social structure. Once‘ he would have shud- dered and drawn away from such a man as Mike Jones. Now, however, he re- ceived his words with a laugh. , “ You’re an excellent moral teacher,”, he said. “I wonder you don’t join the‘ church.” ,“I’m too honest for that," answered Jones. ’ Caro had once been a teacher in the Sabbath-school, and the words of Jones cut him severely. He was becoming cal- 'loused, however, and passed the remark by. with a laugh. - I ' “Let’s be moving, Mikel" ' “ I am ready. If you'foilow me, Little Hal will have two customers to-night.” “ All right. I‘ follow, where yo lead." “The two men! turned their f ces to. ward the heart of the city, and hurried away. . _ . . In the mean time the fugitive from justice, William Armor, made his way quickly from the Vicinity of the spot where the {Chicago crook had attempted his onset, and soon gained the outskirts .rof Ishpeming. , * old house, that stood without the city limits. It was beneaththis tenantiess dwelling that Will had at times found shelter. 'He intended to steal into the cellar now and rest fona time, and then proceed to the woods ndt far away. Besideltho old well Will came to 'a pause, and leaned against the curb. He breathed rapidly; for during the set ten minutes he had been making uick time. - . While leaning thus ‘against the ,well— curb, Will‘s, ears\ were saluted with a- startlix’ig sound. ‘ . i "l 'A groan that seemed to comeafrom the Will held his breath. and listened. The groan ‘,was repeated. . i I ~ The «youth icoketisharply about. see- ing no one. he moved toward the house. Near the perch he. listened; butthe groan was not heard again. : . “I am sur I heard a human voice,” mused Willw " I will go bac‘k to the well and. listen." . ’ ' ’ Will wasoulte startled. Surely a’hue man being must be in the well. but he was puzzled to‘knowho‘w any one'couid as. thirty feet without, being killed in- his , face, vdpwn -_ "over the.2 {Garth , L. ' \y ' i, ; " #301,039, I' ‘ . I _ ' ‘ " “ g ' Allies voice, consulted, “hollow, and . unnat- .1 ' He was'crossing a lot not far from an I \i l I words. Again thégroa’n came from the well; , and there was yet a c :cape.‘ ‘ » ' was, ,on tone. it _ self. '1‘ “Hello!” again uttered Will. .“ Who's in the well?“ A moment of silence, and then, faint and husky, came the words to the strained ear of the listener. “Who calls? " “A friend," answered Will. “Then, for the love of Heaven! get me out of this! " The words were scarce] audi \Vill caught their meaninyg, andfliiebalt once hastened to the house, remember- ing that he had seen a rope coiled up in. a sack shed. can he returned, and one ‘ to the man in the well. e more SDOke lle answor was vouchsafed. I will'let down a rope, which you 3:31? to your body. and then I'll draw D- i ‘ Thus Will called down the damp tube and immediately thereafter he lowered the rope. He waited some minutes, and H lifted on the rope; it came up eagle): thus proving that the person below had i not secured it. “Hello!” again called Will. . No answer came, and the youth jiidged rightly that the poor Wretch had lost consciousness.‘ ' f‘ There’s no help for it," mattered. Armor, “1 must not permit the poor' fellow down. yonder to perish without an attempt to rescue him. There is but one way; I must enter the well myself.” After a careful survey. of the prem- ises, to'make sure that no enemy lurked near, the young Detroiter made fast his th we . » ‘Quickly Will lowered himself in the bowels of the earth. The, walls were damp and slimy, but he minded them not, and *soon stood beside a crouching iig~ ure that neither histOuch. It .was too 'dark to distinguish faces. so Will failed .to recognize the man. ’ “ Poor fellow! " muttered Will, as he rag; to the body of a stump near by. and i boldly l‘unched himself into the " moved nor groaned-‘tor, ' L. adjusted the rope about his body. un:.‘ der the arms this alive." r l , 'Soon‘ Will began the ascent. ' : “he'll never come out of i It was a difficult task, the Walls of the ." well being slippery. . ,Will, however,»had sailed on the lakes, and was good at climbing a rope.‘ .’ j Slowly .hetoiled upfward. " , i He could see the stars in the blue Vault”, ‘ i’ ,- of heaven as he looked’ up, occasional- . Two-thirdsof the accent he had ma e. when a: sharp Jerk on the re e startled him. Perhaps it came from, elow. ;He threw his head back and'glanced up~ ward. , . I What he savv’"”sent' a startled thrill through the young rescuer’s frame. And, well it might. , i A hhman head and shou‘lderaF-a man’s —~.were, framed in the square opening abOVel - William Armor‘was in a trap! v ' [CHAPTER xxg A : QUEER COMPACT. f For some,moments, William Armor \ hung swaying in the air, so .completely.'. taken -.back"as to lose [his presence of mihd‘fbr the. time. - g " “ Great Caesar, man! what youvd'oinflE down yon?”u \. ‘ ’ ‘ A feeling of relief of Will Armor With n he, heard "- these. He was no recognized, neither ‘, did he know the man Who had spoken, lance open for .es-fi ‘ \ The, .man' above beg'an, drawingé'Wiil“ ’ up by main; strength. and soon the youth. this; occagmor‘e. , . , H. No one wasfnearphutf'ths many as had rescued him. aside from;Will, hi it Detroiter’bi‘eat’hodiéasier; ' ,1. Th .-~i~ightAof:~thefmoon revealed the-r . . pi and. . .' cam e to thefheart .. . N. .u. --.I . '1 ' “ lee’ meadift, will you? " said,Wl.ll.,., ‘ .boldly. ' t ‘ . f‘Sartin." v ‘ ~ , ,.. l V I ‘1 ‘Pr.’ Flt-1‘" vi .,1 , ' {‘99 .The‘.~*l)ete0tiye '« 1r queer—looking individu a], indeed. A tall, stooping form, bristling black hair, and ' long sandy beard. One eye was covered with a huge black patch. A slouch hat was drawn low over the single eye of the stranger. “ Who are you? ” Involuntarin the question fell from the lips of the young man. He might have met this singular individual before, but, if so, he had no memory of it now. “ I’m Stiles.” “ How?" I “My name is Hiram Stiles. Now, w’at‘s yours?” “ Jackson." “You don't say? ” “I do say so!” asserted Will. “ It beats the daylight how many Jack- esons there is in this ’ere town. I s’pose ’you’ll be telling me, pretty soon, that yer name‘s Pat Jackson?” “ No. that would be a lie, for my name is Hen y Jackson!” “It‘s a lie, all the same!” “ Fellow, be careful! ” “ Who's afraid? I ain’t. When a man lies to me I allus tell him so." Will was astonished at the man’s cool . insolence. He thought of the man in the about rescuing him, “ Never mind; ,I won’t quarre ‘ “Good-night, Mr. you," said Will. Stiles!" ‘ “But I ain’t goin’ yet." “ You had better.” “ ” 1 well, and believed it about time to set "x "wm laid his hand on the butt of a _‘ concealed pistol. He saw the single eye pf the stranger glaring athim like “a ‘ball of tire. ' “ Don’t pull yer shooter, young man. I don't want to hurt ye, and there’s no“ use you’n me quarrelin’ over the fact that your name isn’t‘Jackson, although you said it was.” Yes! ‘I will have no more to do with ,‘y eyed stranger, laugh. cuff, groWled Will, fiercely. - _ “ Oh, yes, you will,” answered the one- giving vent to a. low Will felt like attacking and hurling the stranger into the'well, but he curbed his ‘ 'wrath as best he could, and said: “ You are mighty impudent, old cl‘ap, H ' _— 4 ‘5 Hold up," commanded Stiles, with a gesture of impatience. “NLet us come to .an understanding at once. Of course, you Won’t: deny that it was untrue when ‘. you said your name was Jackson. I do ‘ not blame you for denying your name, but do you think you can deceive the Heavenly Judge? Impossible.” “ Look here—" ,1] “Stop and listen. I know why you wished to disguise yourself under a false name. You are a murderer! " “ That is false.” Nevertheless 'Will started and trem-l 'bled. - “ You cannot hide yourself, from me. I know you too well,,William Armor! ” The young Detroiter took axéulck back? Ward step and drew his revolver, but his arm was seized and pushed aside With the quickness of lightning, and on the instant Will found himself looking into the open nose of a six-shooter. The oneveyed stranger I,‘ quick for him. °, ' Will was at his-mercy. had been too i t , He’ awaited the ikoutcome' in silence. “fShoot, if you wish to murder me!” uttered Will: 1 “‘1 db not,"*answered the’stranger. “‘I .wish to‘ ask you one question; on the an- swer your life depends.” “Speak! Let me hear what yos‘would , , 7 , {Ward ? " .,_ my “Of course not.” "‘ Your answer is flippant. * you a e guilty. Because you could not harm man’s consent for youirto‘ his-daughter - you, coolly. and delib- ly- ‘plung'ediaidagger 'infto,¢h13' bosom) ‘ ' 1:31:13!" Into the bosom .of “Subs—j - yo amongmestvule gain “.41. “ bid. you kill Harry I believe ; , 3:0 of justice, and in open court answer to the charge of murder.” There was a changed ring in the stran- ger‘s voice, and Will knew by the stern expression that the man was not what he seemed, but doubtless a detective in “You are mistaken, sir! " uttered YVill. "I am innocent of this terrible crime. Mr. Ward and I did quarrel, but I would sooner have died than harm a hair of the head belonging to the father of the girl Isswear that Iam speaking Release me. that I may down'the real assassin,, for that I have set out to do.” ., Hiram Stiles hesitated a moment; then his hand fell from the arm of the fugi— “I believe you, youngster. Let us be friends, my boy.” Stiles had lOWered his pistol, and now held out his hand, which grasped in a warm clasp. “Friends it is, old fellow," declared Will, heartily; “and since you know me, it wouldn’t be more than fair to let me know your name." “I have given it to you.” . “ As Stiles, which is further from your name than Jackson is from mine.” ._ ‘The man laughed. I‘With “Mebbe we’ll know each other better “ Don’t go,” cried Will, as Stiles turned to depart. “There’s a man in the well, want help to‘ get him out of the CHAPTER XXI. THE ROGUES AGAIN ON THE TRAIL. “Eh? A man in the well?” repeated "It's a. fact," assured Will. “How came he there?” 0 Can’t say." “ You were "down 100 V -. king after him “Who is he?” “ Can’t say. I have a rope around tile poor fellow, and if you will assist me, we will pull him up. He has fainted, and I fear is not long"for this wbrld.” “Of course I’ll help you." . The two men seized r the rope, and began drawing it up. In a little time they landed the insensible occupant orthe well on, the ground above. .The moon came out, and plainly re— vealed the man’s face, 'which now had no disguise upon, it. , _ “ It’s .Tom Tunnel! ” ex- claimed Will. » , , ‘ " The“ detective! ” \cried 'Stiles. well,” here‘s a go,.and no' mistake! poor fellow’s ‘go’in’ ter die, I take it. Who could have put him into that hole?" ' , do not know; but I can guess." ‘1‘ Men who wish Tom’Tunnel out of‘the way, because ’he is trailing them“ too . ' 1 “Yes, but who’s he arter new?” “ The’assashin of Harry Ward.” ’ The two men‘ then rubbed and shook, [the detective in an attempt to resuscitate“ him. , It Was a vain effort, hoWever. t in theworld are we to do?” cried Will, at lastuin, a liel The poor fellow Will/die h medical attendance." cred- with blood, and ‘itvi he has had hard usage." . are without” His h‘eadxjis cow, is evident that i . ell ye what, Will; we ,must carry _eller‘t’o some house."- , ’ . _ - l ., "osmium", ' . ' ' j“ I know‘just the place, on 'v road, half ’a, amount of tow ‘ be the safest place for h “ Lend a handi’f. ~ Lifting the still the two 'rescuers’ Were already abeyond~._the limits- ' ‘ ’ . " cc to rest ridnnft look right"? n in . o ' ‘ insensible detective, jmoved '.,;;awa‘y. iT-hey Although the hour was late, a light was still burning in the front room of the house. , “It will hardly do for me to enter _ here," demurred the young man. “Not necessary," answered Stiles. “ I know ole Ben Arnold well, an' he‘ll lend. a hand, and glad ter do it, for Hiram ’ Stiles.“ , . Will stepped into the shadow as the tall,”ungainly Stiles rapped on the door. A man opened it, and after one uttered " exclamation, listened to the story of Hi- ram Stiles with interest. “Jest take the poor feller in and doctor him up, and you sha’n’t go unrewarded,” assured Stiles at the last. ‘ _. “Certainly I will. Mercy on us, how did you‘ bring him here all alone? ” cried. Ben Arnold, the white~haired old settler, as he bent over ‘the silent form of the detective. “Don’t ask questions, Ben!” uttered r Stiles. “ You can trust me. You know; there's a. lot of deviltry in the land that“ needs unearthing, and you promised me.” terrupting the speaker with a gesture. ‘ Jest command me, sir, and I will obey.” As may be supposed, William Armor; was considerably surprised at the’ words; passing between the seeming tramp and: Ben Arnold. He was now more than‘ ever convinced that the one-eyed man was not what he seemed, but a sharp ids-i"? tective in disguise. , The insensible Tom Tunnel, was lifted. from the ground and borne to the teriorof the house. , . - ‘Will believed it a good time'to depar so he hurried quickly from the spogg: seeking shelter in the forest. , . - , With a price upon his headthe young man felt like a hunted criminal indebd and his days of hiding were days, mental and bodily suffering, that Will: could not have undergone a second time. even to escape the walls of a prison. Hiram Stiles\ remained nearly an hours in the house of Ben Arnold. ‘ a. ’ When he came out he made no‘e to ‘look after Will, evidently satisfied; v his young friend had departed. j j “:I‘he mystery deepens,” .muttamd. Stiles, as he strode away toward that . “I am pretty well‘ satisfied now, Will is innocent, d- that the death Harry Ward was the result oils, plot. I must‘nexttaké in the'oid not” on the avenue. I think I might. something worth hearing there? In the mean. time the stflcken'de" lay on 'a‘ clean bed, in‘a bed room off the front apartment of the r r home, and over him stoood Mr. and, Arnold. ‘ “ " , -, g The detective at length opened hisge and groanjed,‘ after his head had e washed of the blood-clots that formed there. , f; ', ' “ He's powerful bad hurt,” decl Mrs. Arnold, a motherly woman of ' “ It’s likely as any way he will d1 " No, mother, he won't.” ' “ Ifear he will." ~ v , - _ “But-~er-~Stiles says warm-use him. He will sends donor-low night“ to look after thejpoar fein “ Laws sakes! "what times. at re, ing,” uttered ths‘good woman" Mr. ‘Ward, to go, the way‘lle.» William Armor, who, theij smart", likely young fellow; coz hemnrderedlaura’sfath w to marry a man old enough ~father.” ' ' “ What’s that, mother'h” “"Yes.."'v , " ’ V "She's solo: to marry Mr: 8 ‘ “.I don’t he‘l’ieve‘itr’ ._ -;‘.‘Well, girls are fool , ,‘hein’t no exception,” easiest, hold?» No ? (textbooks ldriv'f aeration. so't- heralded her“ this she up mrfluns‘ben a; an . marries, her father’s , N was“ ems. ,‘ ministers Iv‘ri .‘Yes, yes! i. assented Ben Arnold, in“, n7“ " mask, under his breath. ;_'t’a 7 .1 18 The Detective in Mask. “Two things—that Laura has gone back on William Armor, and that she’s going to marry Charles Stratton,” said the old man grimly. “ You can believe as you like. it’s so,” asserted the good woman. “Then I’ve got a suspicion that’ll startle some folks, if it turns out to be true," asserted the old man. The eyes of Tom Tunnel. though but partly open, were not yet sightless, and in a half dazed way he listened to the words of the old couple. helplessness he was to learn something to his advantage. None of the trio saw the pair of gleam- ing eyes that shone like coals of fire, just above the sill of the bed room window; had they done so, perhaps a terrible tragedy might have been avoided. It is impossible for mortals to read the future. however. The gleaming eyes were watching every movement of the people within, and a pair of acute ears were listening to the words passing between the two old people. Had Will waited a. little longer he might have made a discovery that would have given him a clew to the fathoming of a deep mystery; but he was not in the vicinity when a dark form crept to the end of the house and peered in at the window of the little room in which Tom Tunnel, the detective, lay, badly hurt. One glance into the night-prowler’s face reveals the fact that he wears a black mask. We have looked upon this man before. It is Jim, the friend and patron of Mike Jones, the Chicago Crook Chief. How he came to be in this vicinity it is not necessary to explain, since, like other rascals, he was liable to turn up in out-of—the—way places when least ex- pected. Jim’s eyes were fixed, in an intense way, on the scene transpiring within that humble room of the old settler's home. Occasionally he grated his teeth, and seemed to writhe in an agony of terrible feeling. “Tom Tunnel lives!" I know muttered the- “ Not six hours ago Jones assured me that he was re- moved from the trail, never more to re- turn. I cannot understand this. What sorcery is this,. that resurrects the de- mon man-hunter at the very moment that victory is complete? But, the sleuth-hound must never leave this house alive—never! I will see to that. One crime leads to another, and I will now see a' score of lives out of existence, but what I will win the game.” It will be seen that, although the de- tective had been rescued from the dry well, and was even now in good hands, he was not out of the shadow of death. Jim withdrew to the road. The sound of hoofs caused him to pause and crouch low. , A mounted man drew rein at the set- tler’s door. “It is the doctor.” muttered Jim. “I . will go back and listen to his verdict.” Suiting actions to words, the masked villain crept back to his position under the window. Here he remained until after the doc— tor‘s departure, and then he hurried from the vicinity, turning his steps in the direction of the city. . It was after midnight that the mask and Mike Jones were in consultation, in a small room in the rear of one of Ish- peming's lowest dives. What the import of their consultation was concerns not thevreader now, but may come to light hereafter. CHAPTER XXII. THE MYSTERIOE‘S ZRAMP’S MYSTERIOUS ‘A ‘. It was with painful interest that Laura waited to meet Mr. tratton on the morn- ing following the scene in the grounds. The mine-owner, however, did not ma— terialize that morning. Instead, his sis- I'ter gave Laura the information she so in, much desired. 1 , Even in his. “And Will was not captured, after all? " cried Laura, her cheeks aglow, her beautiful eyes sparkling. “Not that we have yet learned. It was very imprudent in you, Laura, to meet this man in a clandestine way. What would people say (lid they know that you held converse with the man believed to be the murderer of your father?” “0h, Grace!” “People will talk, you know, and I think you have been very imprudent, to draw it mildly." , 'l‘he rebuking gaze of Miss Stratton quite overcame the fair girl, and she hid her face in her hands. “I am‘ glad you feel the enormity of your sin;” said Miss Stratton, severely. “ Mr. Stratton is terribly worked up over it, and will endeavor to keep your part in the transaction from the public. You don't half appreciate that dear, good man, Laura.” “ I—I fear I don’t.” “ He is deeply devoted to you, my dear, and your cool treatment of him has al- most broken his heart.” Just then the door-bell sounded, and soon Grace heard the servant who had answered it quarreling with some one on the steps. “The impudence of some people," muttered the usually good-natured Grace, hurrying to the hall. ‘ In the open doorway stood a man who persisted in forcing himself upon the attention of the inmates of the man- sion. It was Hiram Stiles, and, as he leaned beyond the door-frame, his single eye glared into Grace's face with extraor- dinary intensity. A tramp, mum, and he insists on‘ seein’ the master," said Mary to her mis- tress, the moment that lady stepped into the hall. Taking advantage of the servant’s turned head, Stiles pushed his way into the hall, and confronted Miss Stratton. “Yes, I’m a-gwine to see the boss,” said Stiles in his peculiar nasal tone. “I used'ter work fur old Harry Ward down ter Detroit, I did, and I know, ef he was here, he’d gin me a crust to eat, and a good soft place besides.” At first Grace seemed to quail be- neath the keen glow of that penetrat- ing single eye; it was but for a mo— ment, however, and then she was her cool courageous self once more. “Out of this house, man. I’ll summon the men—” “Go slow, go slow," interrupted the tramp, with an inward chuckle. “ Mebbe you would jest tell that brother 0' yourn that Hiram Stiles wants ter see him.” “Brother Charles is down at the of- fice.” ‘( ’7 “ Yes. Now go, or—” “ Wait," commanded Mr. Stiles, with a flourishing of his long arm. “I'm hun- gry; gin me somethin' to fill my bread- basket and I’ll tramp; not afore. Golly! many’s the time old Harry Ward’s set at the same table with me, and thought none the worse out He was a man, every inch on him, but now he’s gone to t’other side of the river, they tell me.” A groan oozed from the lips of the old tramp, but it failed to touch the heart of,Miss Stratton, who ordered him out of’the house once more, and in a louder voice than usual. The loud talk brought Laura into the hall. “ Ah, thar’s ole Harry’s gal! Don’t you ’member me, Laura?” and the tramp held out his hand as the maiden ap- proached. Laura started back, nervously, when she glanced into the man’s disfigured face. “No, no; I do not remember you,” cried the girl, trembling with nervous fright. “Wal, ’tain’t no wonder,” remarked Stiles. ” When .1 Worked fur yer pa, down \ ter Detroit, I was a sightly person to look" at, but I was blowed up on a steam-tug, and it putty much spoiled my beauty, I allow. I did work fur Mr. Ward, and, fur the sake of old times, I wish you would give me a bite to eat." ‘ The man’s singlr eye was roaming about, from face to face. and to the pict— ures on the wall, while he talked. Laura‘s sympathetic heart was touched at once, and she told the tramp to go around to the kitchen and he should have his fill of food. Grace did not seem to relish this as— sumption of authority on the maiden’s part; but when Laura chose to assert her rigslfits, no one ever attempted to say her na . The tramp went around to the kitchen, and was soon seated before a substantial repast. The man did not seem to be ravenously hungry, however, and occupied much of his time staring about and keeping his ears open. “He’s a'fraud, Laura—a base impos— tor.” It was the voice of Grace that came to the ears of the tramp, from an adjoining room. “You have no right to say that, Grace,” answered the gentle voice of Miss \Vard. “He may have been in father‘s employ, as he says. Of course, I would not know if he had been." “ No, certainly not; but Charles would, for he has kept the books of the firm, and I mean to ask him if Hiram Stiles ever was in his employ. I shall send for him at once.” “ Nonsense, Grace.” “ No, it isn’t. In these days one can’t be too cautious. If this man is an im— postor, brother Charles ought to know it. You know, it is barely possible that William Armor is an innocent man—” “I am sure he is.” “And who knows but this tramp is r. thief, and, mayhap, a murderer? " Stiles listened intently, yet seemed deeply interested in discussing the bread and meat set before him, and thus he gave Mary no suspicion. He heard Miss Stratton leave the room, and a minute later Laura entered the kitchen. She glanced timidly toward the tall, ungainly man, with the black hair and sandy beard, and shuddered in spite of herself. What a terrible-looking creature, she thought. Was it possible that her father had ever employed such a man? She could not believe it, and she began to en— tertain the opinion of Grace Stratton—- that the fellow was a fraud. Mary suddenly left the room, and Laura found herself alone with the hide—' ous tramp. He shoved back from the table, and rose to his feet. Laura would have fled had not a strange fascination held her steps. “Miss Ward! ” The girl turned, and faced the tall tramp, her face actually blanching with terror. To her excited imagination it seemed that he was about to perpetrate some terrible deed, such as has rendered the name of tramp detested and feared throughout the land. One step the man took toward Laura, and then Mary suddenly entered. If Stiles had thought of holding any con- versation with the maiden, Mary’s en- trance had frustrated it. He suddenly extended his hand with the words: ” “Here’s pay for the dinner, miss. Laura felt a bit of paper thrust into her hand, and the tramp shuffled from the house. The most astonished person present. was Mary. “ Arrah! who the divil i'ver heard of a. tramp payin’ for his grub before? Me soul! but he wor the quarest chap Marry Byrne iver set eyes on, sure.” Laura retired quickly. She would have returned the money 4, dedrmfiH Mn.an :13 .A tok: Hg, 1 1d, 011 ng 3t— ed. g0 V8 5. VS er er had not the tramp fled so precipitately. Hurrying to her own room, she sank into a seat and examined the money. A new surprise awaited her. It was not a bank-note, but a bit of paper, on which were scrawled the following words: “ Laura Ward, there‘s mystery all about us. William Armor may be a guilty man, but if so, others are equally guilty. Whatever you do, distrust Charles Stratton! Beware of him, for he is a traitor! ONE WHO KNOWS.” The note was short, and full of mys- tery to Laura. CHAPTER XXIII. WAS THERE rorsoN IN THE murmur? Laura was somewhat startled at the import of the note left by old Hiram Stiles, the tramp. “I will show this to Grace, and trust to her judgment regarding the matter." Thus reasoned the maiden. She read the note of warning once more, and then for the first time its full meaning burst upon her brain. “Distrust Charles Stratton! ” It was rather a startling proposition. Why should she distrust her deceased father’s partner? Surely a man whom her father trusted so implicitly could not be bad. Doubtless some one was med- dling who had no right to interfere. Who was this professed tramp, Stiles? Simply the bearer of this strange warn- ing; but who had written the note? Laura thought at length of Tom Tun- nel, and concluded it was the noted de— tective who had sent the note, little sus- pecting that Tunnel was even then quite helpless in the old settler’s cabin, two miles away. On second thought. the maiden con- cluded to keep her own council, and not share her knowledge with the sister of the man against whom she had been warned. It was late in the day, the one fol- lowing the night when Tom Tunnel was left in an insensible condition at the house of Ben Arnold, that a horseman dashed up to the settler’s cabin, and dis- mounting, hurriedly entered. Mr. Arnold placed a chair for the new- comer, a young man with very dark face and heavy mustache. “How is your patien‘?” This was the first .question propounded by the new-comer. “Better, much better,” answered Mr. Arnold. “ Dr. Anderson promised to send over some medicine—" “Exactly,” uttered the young man. “ i am here—to bring the medicine. It is here—two powders, one to be given this evening at nine, and the other in the morning. If you have glasses and water handy I will prepare them.” The old? man brought forth a tumbler and pitcher of water. Pouring a little of the water into the glass, the young man emptied a white powder into it. This he stirred with a spoon, and it was quickly dissolved. “ The other you will fix for him in the morning—but, stay," as the old man reached out for the bit of folded paper containing the powder, “ I will call my- self in the morning, and bring around the medicine, or perhaps the doctor will order a different kind.” To Ben Arnold nothing could be more natural, and after once more telling the settler to be sure and give the medicine at the hour of nine, the doctor’s mes- senger departed. The old settler was called away just a moment later, and he went out, leaving the tumbler of medicine on the front— room table. Just at dark, who should ride up to the front of the cabin but Edward Caro, Charles Stratton's confidential clerk. Dismounting from his horse. the clerk rapped at the door. Mrs. Arnold admit- ted him, and he at once asked to see Tom Tunnel. How did he know that the detective was ill in the house of the Arnolds? The reader will remember that the The Detective in Mask. man in mask had, after leaving the vi- cinity of the settler‘s cabin, gone to an interview with Mike Jones, and from the latter the clerk had learned all. It was a startling surprise to Caro to know that the man he had assisted out of the world, as he supposed, by flinging him into the old well, had escaped from his tomb, and was likely to recover. The man was not at all bad. The sup- posed death of the detective had preyed upon his mind not a little, and under the influence of the crime he became ex— tremely- nervous, and started at the smallest sound. It was with not a. little satisfaction, then, that he heard of the detective's escape from the doom marked out for him by cruel assassins. Caro did not believe the detective sus- pected his agency in the late attempt on his life, and thus believing, he went boldly in to see the strangely resurrected man. To his surprise, he found Tom Tun- nel sitting up on the side of the bed, with his feet resting on the floor. His head was bandaged, and but for this and a slight paleness, Caro would not have suposed the detective had passed four- and-twenty hours under ground, without food or drink. Tom Tunnel looked at the young man sharply. He recognized him at a glance. “I came at request of Mr. Stratton, who wishes to know how you are pro- gressing.” “The devil! ” Not a nice expression, yet it more ful- ly conveyed the detectives feelings than any other that came to his mind, on the spur of the moment. “oYou have had a tough time, they tell me. ” “ Who tells you so? Confound the doc- tors, anyhow. I am sorry one was called in.” “ I am glad to see you looking so well,” pursued the confidential clerk, not once heeding the surly manner of the detec- tive. “ You are glad? ” “ I am, indeed.” “And your employer is no doubt glad to hear that I escaped the murderous clutches of his tools.” It ’1 v The young man’s countenance flushed under the words of Tom Tunnel. The detective was extremely irritable, as much on account of the fact that Strat- ton had so soon discovered his where- abouts after his escape from his living grave, as from physical weakness, and ill~fee1ing consequent thereto. ' articulated Caro, looking away ...t0'avoid the glittering orbs of the «detective. “ My employer is certainly one of your best friends. He was terribly shocked when he heard of your bad usage, and he has the police on the track of the rascals who attempted your murder.” ' “ Taffy! ” sneered Tom Tunnel. “ It is a fact.” Then, of a sudden, the detective seemed to remember that his present course was not one that was best to pur- sue under the circumstances, and he sud- denly changed his tactics, and regarded the clerk with a smile. “ Very well. Give my respects to Charles Stratton, and tell him that I shall soon be able to look after the scoundrels who assaulted me myself. If I should need assistance, I will call on him in a day or two.” “ Yes, I will tell him.” A little while longer Edward Caro re- mained. until he satisfied himself that Tom Tunnel had no knowledge of the part he had taken in the work of two nights before, and then he rose to go. “The sandy-visaged hypocrite,” mut- tered Tom Tunnel, as the door closed on the retreating form of Edward Caro. Thus it will be seen that the detective was in no way deceived by the message sent by Mr Stratton. In fact, Tom Tun- nel suspected Charles Stratton of being a “I do not understand, sir,” at length. ' 19' vile wretch at heart, one who was none. too good to perpetrate the worst of crimes. As Edward Caro passed into the front. room, he noticed a bucket of water; standing near, with a tumbler on the ta- ble one—third full. Feeling thirsty, he seized the tumbler and swallowed its contents at a gulp. ‘ The draught (lid not seem to slake his thirst, but added to it instead. His throat seemed on fire. He grew dizzy, and a terrible weakness came over him. with lightning rapidity. “My soul! what is this?” gasped the. trembling man. “I never felt in such distress beforee—never! ” He clutched at his stomach, and reeled . to the sink, in which stood a bucket. nearly full of fresh spring water. Water! Oh, my soul, I am burning up' n The blaze of the hand-lamp that stood. near, seemed to mock the man in his aw~ ful agony. Seizing the bucket, Caro drank great. draughts of the cooling beverage, but. even this seemed not to slake the hor- rible thirst that had so suddenly seized. upon him. “My God, I am dying!" Back across the cabin floor reeled the man, swinging his arms, and striving desperately to still the awful convulsion: that wrenched his frame and seemed! tearing him into ribbons. “Oh, Heaven! what is this? Help—help! ” Then, with a crash, Edward Caro, went to the floor, where he writhed and twisted about in mpst horrible agony. Foam flecked his lips; his eyes bulged from their socLeLs, and the man’s screams were frightful in the extreme. Tom Tunnel was not a little startled at the sounds emanating from the adjoining room, and he managed to spring up and open the door, just as Mr. Arnold and his good wife entered from the outside. A horrible sight met the gaze of all. Frothing at the mouth, shrieking and. moaning, Caro thrashed about the floor‘ Every moment he became weaker, how: ever, and soon his struggles were over,‘ and the confidential clerk of ' Charles Stratton lay rigid in death on the floor on the old settler‘s house. Mercy! . CHAPTER XXIV. FRIENDS IN SHACKLES. “Great guns! the man is dead!” ex- claimed the detective, as he clutched the door and gazed at the face of the corpse. For some moments the old settler and. his wife said not a word, but glared in. I ' fixed horror upon the glazed eyes and purple lips of the man on the floor. “How did it happen? ” questioned the detective at length. “I don’t know. I was outside when the young fellow came,” said Ben Ar- nold. “Wife came to the stable and told me that a stranger was in the house, and I came at once, to find him as you see. It is'Mr. Stratton’s clerk.” (I Yes." Just then the clatter of boots was, l" V heard, and the sound came to a. pause at, ‘ ‘ the settler’s gate. 1‘ “Who comes now? ” “We shall soon see,” uttered Mr. Ar-r nold. ‘ A hurried step came up the walk, and when the settler opened the door he was surprised to meet Dr. Anderson face to face. The doctor was astounded at the sight that met his gaze, and listened to the particulars with a queer look on his face. While talking Arnold glanced toward' the table, and then he utte ed a low ex- clamation and sprang quick y forward. He had noticed the empty tumbler,/, it there with the medicine some time be- fore. . .and remembered the fact of his leaving Holding up the empty tumbler, the g. old man cried: “ It must be that Arnold drank, this.” ~ “ What was it? " _ “ The medicine you sent, doctor." .4 ‘ “ I sent? ” ' “Yes, this afternoon, by "the young ‘man, to be given at nine to—night, to ' '. .Mr. Tunnel." The doctor looked a little incredulous. “ I sent no medicine." he said. “There is certainly some mistake here.” “Sent no medicine!” cried Ben Ar- ,- "nol’d. “‘Who then was the young chap “who came and prepared this? ” ' ' , "‘I know not.” ‘ . The look of incrcdulity still on the face of Dr. Anderson. “ Good heavens! this is strange,” mur- .mured the white—haired old man. “A young fellow came here just before night ~and said he came from Dr. Anderson. ,He called for water and a tumbler, into ,‘__ j‘whi‘ch he put a white powder, telling "“..»:me to give it to my patient at nine to- a'rnlght.” " “Indeed!” ~' _, The doctor took the glass from the flinndof Mr. Arnold. _~ Thrusting it under‘his thin nose, he {sniffed a moment; then a very grave look radius to his face. ~ ‘ "‘ Well? " questioned the detective. “ Poison! ” uttered the doctor. 6‘"! thought so," muttered Tom Tunnel. The detectiVe could readily understand v how this attempt had been made to poi- ;yson him. The conspirator had learned ,qfhis escape from the well, and at once *cjonoocted another scheme for his re-' moval. And; this had most signally rested ,t‘TfiCtifil. , Dr. Anderson examined the corpse, and radon satisfied himself that a deadly poi- son had done its work. -Wben he rose from the examination he looked very ave, and turned to Tom Tunnel. “This is a terrible affair, Mr. Tunnel.” ,“ It is indeed,” admitted the detective. y YMilrder has been done! " said the ' 3} peter. in a hollow voice. ' ‘“ not sure of that;" said Tom , e . ' ' V'iiThe corpse and the poison attest it.” “vans/the doctor’s grim reply. ' , "It attests one thing, doctor.” ‘-'.- Well? ” . , t‘fil‘he wrong man took the poison.” ‘ “ How is'tha ? " , ' ~ ' The fatal 'ose was prepared for me.” ' on believe that? " , ‘ D!” ’t‘,‘ you hear what" Mr. Arn‘old . ’ '/ ‘ v . I \. I "4: Yes. (Did you see 0r hear this youdg Qangho brought the medicine? 9’ 4f" o." ‘2». I». thought not. Had ,suchna ’man here you ’w‘ould have been likely to ,. card his voice, if you had not him." , _ . Angerson‘ glanced at ‘Ben Arnold vb . '- .‘he m e. , i . . .el understood at once where the «- sis-mpicions lay, and in h inmost w . H ieved them to be on ounded'. ; detective, however, said nothing he coroner will sit on' the case". ‘the d ctor. ‘5 You will see that no 'distur the body?” ., - Trust me for that," answered Tun- ‘fylho was feeling unusually strong. as one to be on the trail once more. wittle time the doctor departed, ’ ng‘the old people not to inter- ' guitars/the body of Caro until the oil-offithe coroner. ,, ; - , ., idly-whosenerves were terrik 3_. ,‘strung,.,retired to her own'room, 3n remained with '1‘ nel. ' . Jeannot understand" this ‘ horrible ” declared the old, an. ’-m't a young fiellow who bro ht poisoniand what object—” ‘- is bbject." interrupted the detective, a' s' ‘ , “was t-oimurrler me.” ‘1 and me." | . » $1,; detectives are',robnoxious Ito ,3 ",peoplsr', continued Tom, “ and my, enemies found‘ thht’;a slung; ' welli eonld‘not silence! mo, ,; to among'.‘ ' ' . ,. ," e aculste‘d the old man. greatness wicked men?” j . . ,_ mat Ilifemrnstr failed. The. wrong man had become the his wife guilty ate in may rest assured of one thing, when the scoundrels who are seeking my life so fiercely are brought up with a round turn, the assassin of Harry Ward will be among them.” “ Is it possible?" . “i shall soon be able to words good." Two hours passed; then the rattle of wheels announced the arrival of visitors. 'In the Northwest everything is done in a hurry. A wagon-load of people had come from the city to View the body of the dead clerk, foremost among whom was Charles Stratton, the millionaire miner. He seemed to be greatly moved when he‘ gazed into the face. of the dead. A pair of .keen eyes were watching him closely meantime—the eyes of Detective Tunnel. From the visitors the coroner sum— moned a jury, and the case was adjudi- cated then and there. '\ , Strong suSpicion rested against the Arnolds, and to the unbounded aston— ishment of Tom Tunnel a verdict was rendered to the effect that Edward Caro came to his death from poison admin- istered by thelhand of Ben Arnold. An indignant glow came to the cheek f the old man. J. " - “NeVer mind,” whispered Tom Tun- nel; “ this farce won’t” hurt you any, and soon it shall rebound against the concoctors of an infamous plot." “ It’ll kill mother,”. moaned the old pioneer. - “ She can keep you company-” “ Do your duty, Gallagher.” The detective’s speech was cut short at these words from Chaflés Stratton. The constable who accompanied the party at once advanced to the side of Mr. Arnold, and said: ' , " You are my prisoner, old mahl” The next instant a pair'of- handcuffs were snapped over his wrists. Mrs. Arnold, trembling and weeping, was treated in the same manner, and both were hurried out- into the night. “ A disgraceful farce! ” ‘sneered the de- tiective, as he looked upOn the scene. ~ make my Once more Tom Tunnel and Charles Stratton stood face to face. , ‘ “ I understand that You are ailing, Mr, Tunnel, and, as this place will now be deserted, ‘I offer youa place in my car- riage. .You are welcome to a place in my home} also; until you thoroughly re- cover." _ , “Tom gazed sharply into the mild blue dyes of the speaker. He seemed quite in earnest in his proposition. I “. I accept your offer, Mr. Strattbn."_ he body of the dead clerk was re- moved to the Ward mansion, where it was pqapared for burial the following day. 5 . Tunnel was only too glad of an excuse to entér~the Ward mansion, and he preo tended a weakness he‘did not feel in order to prolong his stay. The eyes and thoughts of the detective were fixed upon ‘Stratton, for ,he was coming .to believe that the mine-owner- was at ,the bottom of all the villainy of thepast few weeks, and he resolved to watch him closely. ' , '. l' , . ~ , For a week Tunnel Was anv'inniate of the, Ward house, during which. time he made no discoveries whatever; ‘ Laura monies Stratton tréat‘ed mm with ’respect, and both assured him that they1 could not,belie‘ve BenlArnold and murder that could a“ way benefit either. a , ho, then, was the n1_who,had left the poisoned draught at the settier’s house?, i; ‘. .\ This question was one that puzzled all stancesp‘ Of, an the'*detectiVe made. a partial confidanti‘and t gather their dia- cuiised. the . situation," may ‘odnclndko , that thaoné‘ who hadattempt’ed ‘the n e of the ‘detecifi'e at tfib,,gia_lt»whsglavtha a :1 , of . the managing, I titled into ‘l‘usnel ‘ _ ‘-of .Caro’s death." ‘ who knew a backfire. strange circus». .. 9‘ shift for himself, and so left the Ward mansion, to once more assume the trail. 0n the eve of his departure he had a. short interview with Mr. Stratton. He found that gentleman unusually pleasant and sociable. ‘- “ As I told you once before, you have my best wishes for your success,” averred the mine-owner, but I am now fully persuaded that William Armor is the man you should seek, and/not waste your time looking elsewhere. “ Perhaps you are right,” Tunnel, as he departed. answered CHAPTER XXV. A sraxrrmxa AL‘i‘YL'SA'l‘ION. One of the first moves made by Tom ,Tunnel was to visit'old Mr. Arnold in prison. He found the old man in low spirits. 'and attempted to cheer him up. “No use, Mr. Tunnel," said the old man. “ I cannot stand this long. Moth- er is sick—her heart is quite broken to think we should be arrested for‘ such a horrible crime, and she won’t last long." “ I'll see about that," returned the detective. “ Knowing asl do that you are as innocent as a new-born babe, it quite stirs me up to see you used in this manner, at the instance of Charles Strat- ton.” . . " Ah! then he was the man who caused our arrest? " I “ He wasrand he shall be made to tv)vlith,draw his charge, or I'll. make trou- e.’ ' A faint smile t ched the face of the old man. - “You’re a good friend to me." “I m. a friend to all innocent men who are persecuted.” 'For an hour the detective remained with the old man, and when he left the.~ Jail, a smile played about the corners of ‘ his mouth. - - That day, whil‘e‘Mr. Stratton sat in his down-town office, 'a boy entered and handed him a note, then glided out with- put a word. ' Opening it, the mine-owner .was not a little surprised at its contents. ' “ Mr. Stratton: Mn, and Mrs. A'rnolo, estimable old people, are in Jail, and suffering severely on a charge that You must know cannot be made to stick. It ‘ is for your interest that they be released at once. I hope You will use your in. fluence toward that end. A word to the wise is sufficient. ' N." “Who the devil is' N?” growled the mine-owner, "when he read the note. can’t imagine, and I will ‘showflthe note to Grace. Perhaps she can telL’,’.. \_' ’x.‘ .But,'Miss Stratton was as much in the dark ’as was her bro her, when he spoke ; to; her on the subject that evening.- “I am of the opinion, however, that '. the writer is not far out of the ways" lit was Grace who said this. ’ ‘You ‘don’t imagine .the' ,Arnoid guilty?” ' r , ,v "Of coursenot." ‘ ‘ ‘II‘NOr 1.9! V “Then why perseqittethem?” ’ ., - ‘ “You must know that it was through your advice that I did so.” \ , ' . "‘I was terribly aroused when I heard said Miss Strattom “ and. wished! somebbdy punished for the crime. I think’the mystery of the mur— der has not been solved.”» , l » I , “My opinion exactly." . d , , l ' . “ Do you believe the story told by ' 17.“ Arnold? ” questioned Grace, after a b but I attriti- .,I J ’- pause! r “‘ I‘did not at the outset, cllned that Way“ news“. “ So am I," admitted"Grace.,-' came from\Dr. Anderson? " . ,1 idea. _ , ."Wem" - I ' “T e'story...Mr.-1Arno}dtells is mm; M Youk'surpflse-Etngqg, .v , . ~ “ Whowas thermal) who pretended to . * “f I’cannot tell, officonrse. but have an 1 “1:, split evy‘oung alt-Whit , With net’s honed airmen nun “ . gains from Danndem . ~' ~ ~‘ '3‘), “w‘ ._ . x ,— ,4... a out of jail.” ,~ ' cannot get over thinking of that rascally in the city.” 'u suany serene , bX'OW. A ‘; the trampfs call.” : .’ “ I am unable to - more than half suspect v. working in the interest xmor for a purpose; w ’ cannot imagine." .. mormw’s 'oflering ten than 4 .~," You. should. have done “asserted! 'Graoe, ‘ .t. “,1 . V '4 s Thebeteotive’fin v “I am convinced, on reflection, that such is the case.” “But why should the idoctor wish to poison Tom Tunnel? " . “ He did not.” “ What then? ” ' "It was a mistake. The doctor sent the wrong medicine. and when he dis- covered its fatal results, to screen him- self, he at once denied sending the drug.” “And the messenger?” “,Horrified at what he had lent him- self to, unintentionally, he had made him— self scarce. To me, now, the whole ter- rible affair is plain enough.” The reasoning of his sister was indeed plausible, and Charles Stratton at once fell in with it. “In that case,” he said, “it is posi- tively wicked to hold those old people in prison on this charge.” “It certainly is.” “I will do what I can to get them _“ That is like you, my good brother; and I am sure that Laura will be pleased to have you take such a course.” “She has acted very strangely or late. I am‘certainly not making rapid progress in my oing,” uttered Stratton. “She young Detroiter. There is proof enough against him to send him to Jackson, it we could only secure the fellow.” “True,” admitted Grace. “While he is free, bidding defiance to law, Laura. will regard him as a sor of persecuted hero, but once let the verdict of murder be pronounced against him, and she wril give up the idea at once. Have you heard nothing regarding the fellow- since his visit to the grounds that night? ” “ Absolutely nothing.” . .“ Ofllcers are still looking for him?” “ Yes, some of the sharpest detectives “ He cannot long remain free." “ It doesn’t seem possible.” . “ About Tom Tunnel? He does not b Iieve.‘iii William Armor‘s guilt? ” “I think not.” " He might have captured Will before now." “ I am of that opinion A brief vsllence‘ followed, and then Miss e- Stratton said: _ . "A peculizir thing happened not long ago of which I meant to speak before now.” ‘ Then she related ‘the incident of the ‘tramp's visit to the house. * “ On the day _ after his departure. I found this." ' , _ ‘ Gram placed a bit of crumpled paper in the hand of her brother. ' Reopened and read. The contents of the note brought a It the note placed in Laura’s hand by Hi‘ramistiles ongthe occasion or his, visit some daysberore. ’ I “ Grace, whapdfoes this mean? 'v “ You know as'weil‘ as I." “ Where did You and fit?", , I “ On the stairs, the. morning following t him in any, way with “ Do you congec the author hip. ” . “- I have shot thought on it. My opin". ion is that rm Tunnel wrote the note,‘ “‘ old he? " . -. Why aha ' tell, of course; but I hatfl‘unnel is f William Ar- hat it is, of‘course, -I_ ‘ " It’s a confoundediy mi ed mess, any} how.” growled the mine~o ner. “ Indeed it is." , ' ‘ ~' . a " I shall beml‘iny energies to one thing; now,” declared Stratton, suddedly. ' u“ And that?" _ i ‘ “ The finding at .William Armor. '10-‘- l-Ierald will contain’ an, ad. sand dollars reward for the'tellow. ,I can’t rest whilehe is at n z " lama i this sooner, ‘ an '- . . sot-your, to punish the, crux convincer “In what way?” “It has been said that Charles Strat- ton thinks more of the money he gained by the, death of his partner than he does of hunting down his assassin.” For an instant a gleam of fire” shot into the blue eyes of the mine-owner. “ I’ll show them! ” And he rushed from the room. , He carried with him the note that Laura had lost on the morning after it was delivered by the tramp. Stratton’s brain seemed on fire, as he strode down the walk in the darkness, and paused at the front gate. , “People are talking, eh?” he grated. "I’ll silenée their prating, or know the reason why.” “ Will you, olgl man? ” , The mine—owner Whirled at the sound of a voice near, but saw no one. “ Who speaks? ” he demanded, sharply. For some moments not a sound. Then Stratton felt a breath on his cheek, and low words were uttered in his ear. “Mr. Stratton, the bloody deed will not avail. I see a gallows, an a man with a noose about his neck; 'e is to die for the murder of Harry Ward. The murderer is not William Armor, but Charles Stratton! and Satan will soon claim his own! " ' CHAPTER XXVI. NOT SAFE YET. The mine-owner reeled backward at the words, and clutched at the air. gate with one hand, and then glared about him, his free hand falling to the butt of a revolver. “Man, where are you?”. he demanded finally, in a husky voice, that seemed to vibrate with some terrible emotion, either terror or rage, perhaps both. No answer came. “By the powers! who was it spoke? I’d like to get my clutches on you once.” “ Go slow, old man! ” A hand tell on the mine-owner's arm. holdin back his pistol, whilela single eye glazed fixedly into his face. ' “Un and me, scoundrel!” and Strat— ton attempted to tear himself loose, but failed. ‘ i , r “ I’ve got you, traitor!" hissed the stranger. “ The law will have you soon! until that time, good-by." Stratton teit himself released, and the next instant he saw, a dark form moving i away in the darkness. . ' - At once he leveled his pistol and fired. v Twicevt'he sharp report of hisrevolver, but nothing came of it. had made good his escape. The shots alarmed the inmates of the back to reassure them. , ' ,“I was «assaulted by- a tramp, or drunken rascal, and merely fired x, to ’frighten,‘him‘. . I was really who dan- ger during the time." v < 1 ,The mine-owner‘s explanation seemed .to satisfy his sister and Laura, and the peace of the night was ndtlag’ain dis- turbed. ' , ' ' ‘- Neverthele{s, deeply troubled. The words of the stranger were ring- in in hisears continually-“ The,mur- d rer— is Charles Strattonl "' ' f “ Confound it, I_ am gettingmervons, I do “believei’i growled the millionaire. Charles Stratton’ was s I himself in public". ‘ _ ~. . »..i *K‘ s: * ,*_..»s1_,, It» * th a mile from Marqu'et on .upon.theaWater. ‘~ ' A boatiwas, rapidly approaching, the s at where life stoodhcontaining‘, but "a ,gsi gleoccupa t ‘. “He co as; eyes: at't e coming-boats" _ 0 '2 rhéstiwish ., for or. pm“ err Pannier“? ,li’e Finally be secured a firm hold of the} The stranger~ house, however, and Stratton hastened « “ I, have no reason to fear a "man who is afraid to show himself, and d‘unboeom. .A magma on the lakeshore‘, less to, “glancing ,. , _ 'Iast." maximum-than. . ‘13 11°81 d; ‘with a hunted lo‘okin his ago,- thé fl t time; , .._The_»»Qon,yvas fast: sinking no it. Would" grounded on the sane. and a little old: man sprang out. He extended his hand quickly. “I am glad to meet you, Will." “ And I am glad to see you once more, f Tom Tunnel, though you choose to come in disguise.” ‘ " It was really our old acquaintance, William Armor, who spoke, but he has changed not a little since he fled from‘ the hands of justice weeks ago. ‘ A stumpy beard now covers his cheeks”; and the sunken black eyes seem to- , look out from hollow, cavernous depths. with a restless glow that reminds one-.3 of a hunted animal. ’ . “It is safer," assumed the detective; in. answer to the words of the fugitive- “ There are at least tWO persons in this v region who would be glad to put me 0111:. of the world, and, as I am not yet ready'fj to depart, I assume various disguisem' in order to deceive the prying eyes at my toes.” J . “ That is well enough, I suppose," an~ swered Will, “ but how long is this to > last? I am growing almost despairingfl‘s ‘ “ You need rest, that’s a fact, and I: mean to provide it for you.” , “ I am glad to hear you say so.” The detective turned to his boat, and I lifted out a bundle. . t 3.; ' “Here is a complete disguise for you, Once inside of that, and your own mother: wouldn’t know you.” _ Will undid the bundle, and while aha; was asSuming the disguise they talked. ' - “ I have done something to repay your! friends for their kindness, Will." ‘ * r' ,V " What became of Ben Arnold his wife?” ‘ '. * .. " “ Both are ffie, and‘ back in the, bi. house.” a r. "xI am glad to hear it." ‘ “ There was no evidence against th 0n the examination they Were set me. and Mr. Stratton apologized for tip part. he had taken.” ‘ ' . ’ “Indeed.” _ ' , ‘ w p “ Yes. He seemed quite sorry that; he had been so hasty." ' . ' - “ The consummate actor.” . “ Ah, do you think so?” ' . , - “I will say this, Mr. Tunnel. v; though Charles Stratton is‘flbnt ‘I known to me, I can day that I ha is « impressed with the belief that- viilain. I may be wrong, but in hll proceedings don‘t for onemo’me‘nt, sight of Stratton, and the part._he-_ have had in that tragedy on the, ,_ "You may think I am trying to; _, suspicion from myself, but it isrnbt Somebody is guilty of murder, and: 7 _ lieve Charles Stratton _.had motive as I could have to get rid . partner.” , /' ' A '. “ Your reasoning is plausible.“ , “I am thankful. for your friend , terest thus far,” asserted Will, “ _ must exbuse me for requesting/*y look sharp after Mr. Stratton.” ~- “I am glad you are so ireete' Will. I have an eye in that -d,' J You rescued me, from the well‘ my enemies cast the to die, and forget 'the service ,very soon.‘ 'grleve me to the heart to and} guilty man atlast.” . , u ’ Don‘t flatter me,_sir‘. You a: i forget that I hadllelp gunman: . '- “ Hiram Stiles." uttered the .- v “ and the queerest chap in the; V “'Yes-é—butl am ready, Tom?" "A‘ perfect fit. . Your ~ ow} Wouldn’t knew you it. he should; you on the street." ' y . “‘ It is well. there are we .“(1‘0 '0. naheman's hot on "a way. Before .I get there! hm ‘r my disguise,- and. present,”on of mine, rustlcating‘,‘ early si , of cultivatigg‘the _ ‘ ,fish ealers. You ’ndersta‘n fl ‘ “Per! ly,""\and Will fore L ‘22 The Detective in Mask. :nor make further trouble while this ac— cusation hangs over me." Soon after the departure of the two men in the boat, a man rose from behind :a clump of bushes not twenty yards from the beach. His eyes sparkled, and a pleased look pervaded his face. He was of giant frame, and we have .met him before. It was Mike Jones, the Chicago Crook- Chief! He rubbed his hands together and chuckled. “Well, here's a fine go, and no mis- take. The best lay I’ve struck in an .age; a regular bonanza. I swear.” Then the villain approached the water, but was careful not to expose himself 'to the gaze of the occupants of the boat. “ I think I know the exact spot where 'Mr. \Villiam Armor will proceed to rus- ticate. Before the cock crows in the , morning there’ll be a surprised youngster ’ on this coast, or my name’s not what it is.” The crook turned his face toward Mar- quette, while our two friends proceeded 'up the lake. It was to the cabin of the fisherman who had found the body of the murdered '_ millionaire that Tom Tunnel proceeded, and he had no difficulty in inducing the two men to permit Mr. Lawrence to re— main with them a few days, and revel in the cool breezes and generous fishing. “Now, Will, when you hear from me again, I hope it will be to proclaim you a free man, and that you will have the right and happiness to rejoice with me over the arrest of the right man.” “I hope so, God knows.” Will’s first night in the shanty was a pleasant one. It was after midnight when he retired to rest. The morning's awakening was, , however, an unpleasant surprise. ,; ‘ One of the fishermen peered in at the ' door, and said: a “I guess the hull o’ Marquette’s come, Mr. Lawrence.” The young man sprang to his feet and went to the open door. One glance out- side was enough to give him a. nervous I shock. Half a dozen men had landed from ,'/'boats, and they were approaching the _’ shanty, with Constable Gallagher at their . head! CHAPTER XXVII. [N TERROR OF THE M013. 1‘ Will was possessed of a revolver, but he had no desire to injure the men, who ’_ were simply doing their duty under the ', law. He was in disguise, too, and it was : > possible that he would not be recognized. He did not know that he had been iden- tified by the Chicago Crook—that Con- Stable Gallagher had been given a de- " scription of the character Will had as- .a sumed. The young Detroiter stood boldly in {fir the door, and faced the constable and his 3y posse. ’; “Hello!” exclaimed Will. “Fish will the in good demand to-day, I reckon.” ' “ We’re not after fish,” said Gallagher, as he confronted Will. 7, “Eh? Well, maybe you’ve come up for a little pleasure trip, as I have.” I- ’ “ That’s it exactly\ Mr.——" . “Lawrence,” said Will. 1’“ “Lawrence be blowed! William Ar- mor, the game’s up. You must go with me.” ‘ Instantly the constable covered the " fugitive with his revolver, and five others ’were Suddenly presented from the gen- ,l; tlemen who accompanied the officer. ‘ The youth forced a smile. It was a sickly attempt at pleasantry, however. “ There is some mistake, gentlemen,” declared Will, desperately. “My name .“2 is Lawrence, and I am from Detroit.” , “Well, Mr. Lawrence, you must go ,“NVith us, all the same," returned the con- stable, displaying a .pair of handcuffs. v. There was no help for it. ' ‘Will realized that he had run the race v in this region,” to the end, and that prison walls were soon to close about him, perhaps forever. It was a terrible thought. A moment only of hesitation, and then the hunted felon resigned himself to his fate without a struggle. Handcuffs were snapped over his wrists; his pockets were searched, and all weapons taken from them. A hand went up and suddenly snatched the wig from the fugitive's head, and William Armor stood revealed. “A clever trick.” muttered Gallagher, “ but it couldn’t work with me. I was too sharp for you this time.” “I don't think I owe my capture to your sharpness,” said Will. “I have been betrayed.” “Who by? ” But Will noted the eager look in the man’s eyes. and he was wise enough not to speak Tom Tunnel’s name just then. “ That’s more than I can tell,” he said. “ Some one of my numerous friends has gone back on me, that’s all.” “ Which one? ” “ I can't tell.” ’ Nothing could be wormed out of Will now. ' He was on his guard, and would men- tion no names at present. Tom Tunnel may have betrayed him; in fact, it looked that way now, but the young Detroiter was determined to keep his own counsel until matters assumed a more definite shape. Back to the boats went the posse, with Will in irons, between Gallagher and a companion. ‘ The two fishermen were wonder-struck. “Jewhiz, Pat! wot's the meaning of this ’ere, say?” “ Dum’d ef I know." “Mr. Lawrence’s got into trouble.” “ It looks that way, for a fact.” “ What’ll we do about it?” “ Nothing.” “ That’s consolin’,” grunted the other. “ We’ll lose the five dollars a week Law- rence was to pay us for board." “ Dum shame.” Thus the two fishermen stood cursing their luck, and wondering what had caused the trouble, little thinking that a thousand dollars had been permitted to slip through their fingers without their knowing it. The men with their prisoner were not long in reaching Marquette, when Galla— gher conveyed his prisoner to jail at once for safe-keeping. Just at noon, as Tom Tunnel, in the disguise of a miner, was passing down the main street, he was suddenly attract- ed by the sound of a voice crying: “’Ere’s yer extra Blower! All about the capture of the murderer, William Armor! ” Boys were selling the extra sheet. The detective could not believe the purport of the newsboys’ cry,»but he squandered two cents for a copy of the paper, and was astounded to read: “The Murderer Captured!—William Armor, the man who assassinated our fellow-citizen, Harry Ward, captured, after a desperate resistance.” Then followed a glowing and over— drawn account of the seizure of Will at the shanty of the two fishermen. Officer Gallagher was eulogized as a hero, and beslobbered with praise for his untiring devotion to the case and great courage, that, to a man like Tom Tunnel, was sickening in the extreme. The detective was quite indignant before he finished the newspaper article, which was inflam- matory to the last degree. The insecurity of life in the mining country was dwelt upon at length, and the uncertainty of justice being meted out to law-breakers. Then followed a bit of hypocritical pleading that would have done credit to a shyster of the low- est degree. “Few murderers have been punished the editor concluded, “ and it does look as though it was about time the people took this matter of ad- ministering justice to criminals into i , V ‘ .1 their own hands. Far be it from us to insinuate that this last most vile crim— inal will stand no show of getting his just deserts before the courts, but if he is treated as others have been hereto- fore, he will go unscathed, and the gen- erous and foully slain Mr. Ward will sleep in his bloody shroud unavenged.” Nothing'could be better calculated to stir up the blood of citizens, especially those who are ever ready, when excuse offers, to start a mob. The paper, with its inflammatory arti- cle, was being spread broadcast through the town, through saloons, among work- ingmen, as well as among the better class of people. Knots of citizens gathered on the cor- ners and discussed the subject. Great excitement soon prevailed. Tom Tunnel realized that trouble was brewing, and he resolved at once to do what he could to prevent a tragedy. The detective was a man who took pride in his profession, and could find no justl- fication in the committal of a second murder in order to avenge a first. If Will fell into the hands of the mob, an innocent man would perish. Tom Tunnel had full faith to believe this, and he was deeply anxious on his account. The newspaper article was getting in,\ its work, and soon an angry mob would‘ be thundering at the door of the jail,- demanding the prisoner. Once turned over to the maddened mob, and Will’s fate was sealed. To avert the catastrophe that threat- ened, Tom Tunnel repaired at once to the marshal’s office, and laid the facts before him, at the same time revealing himself in his true character. “I have been searching out this mur- der mystery, and I know William Ar- mor is innocent, but of course that does not matter just now. In any event, the priioner should be protected from the mo “Of course,” admitted the marshal; “but there isn’t the least danger; the people of Marquette are law-abiding citi- zens.” “Ordinarily, but you’ll soon see a howling mob in these streets. Your newspaper has lit the match.” “Well, I’ll see.” “You must act at once, if at all.” “I know my duty, Mr. Tunnel.” “1 hope so, but I fear you are not ready to perform it.” “ There is the door! ” The marshal’s face was flushed with anger, if with nothing stronger, as he pointed to the opening left by the car- penter. “William Armor’s blood will be on your head, Mr. Smith—” “Go! ” thundered the pompous of- ficial, trembling with rage. The detective shot from the room. “The old fool!” he muttered, when he gained the street. “Nothing can be gained from him.” Just then a loud shout was borne to the ears of Tom Tunnel. The mob was gathering! CHAPTER XXVIII. VANISHEI)! The Marquette jail, in which the pris- oner was confined, was a weak affair, not calculated to withstand an assault. Tom Tunnel made his way at once to the building used as a‘jail. He met the jailer, who had heard the shouts of angry people in the distance, and wondered at it. “.A mob is coming,” said the detective. “This way?” “Yes, and they are seeking the man left in your charge to—day. You should summon men to guard the jail at once.” The jailer was a determined man, and he at once proceeded to act upon the suggestion made by Tunnel. l “ It would be a good plan to remove the prisoner before the mob arrives,” said Tunnel. “The train will go out soon, and if Armor could be taken to Ishpeming he would undoubtedly escape the hand of lynchers.” \ l l l l l E The Detective in Mask. 23 (2‘ : After offering these suggestions, Tom Tunnel stepped upon the street. The angry crowd was close at hand now. and as if wishing to defeat the very object for which they were organized, the lynchers rent the air with their shouts, thus giving the officers ample time to make ready to receive them. The mob was badly managed, and poor whisky circulated freely. This had the effect to make the men noisy. As the detective stood upon the street a tall man. wearing a broadébrimmed hat, stepped from one corner of the Jail, and laid his hand on his shoulder. “ \Vho sent you to interfere? ” de- manded this man, in a low, sharp tone. “ No one.” ' “Then why didn’t you per to have the murderer? death.” “ I do not agree with you.” “Are you, then, in league with the assassin? ” Tom Tunnel glanced sharply into the face of the speaker. . For some moments the two glared into each other’s eyes without speaking or moving. Those eyes? before? The cunning eyes of the serpent. Like a flash came a revelation to the brain of the detective. First on board the Lake Queen had he met the glow of those eyes. With the quickness of a flash he laid his hand on the man’s arm, and thrust a revolver into his face. ” “ You are my prisoner, Mike Jones! The words came in a low, stern tone from the lips of the detective. “I guess'not.” Tom Tunnel was a quick man, but he then witnessed the quickest move of his life. The big’man, who was really the Chicago crook, had suspected the identity of Tunnel, and was ready to move at an instant’s notice. ‘ One hand seized the detective’s wrist, while the other grasped his throat. Tun— nel’s pistol exploded, but the bullet was flattened against a brick wall, Without doing any damage. , The two men were clinchfd in a des- ate stru 1e for the mas ery. peThe detecgtigve was a third smaller than his antagonist, but he made up in agility what he lacked in size. Back and forth the two men reeled. “ Bring out the murderer!” “Fetch him out, or down comes yer shanty! ” The yells of the mob now broke dis- tinctly on the ears of the struggling men. 0f the two, Mike Jones was the most alarmed. It would not do to be found here when the mad mob arrived. With a mighty effort Jones attempted to tear himself loose from the clutches of the detective. U “ Let go, or I’ll put a knife into you! growled the huge villain, hoarsely. " No, you don’t, Scoundrel! You’re the very man I want, and I’m going to keep you. You go back to Chicago with me, old chap,” grated Tom Tunnel. I There was no mistaking the identity of the man now. The detective had tom off a wig from the head and face.of the crook, and he stood revealed in his true character before Tom Tunnel. “ Hades! ” _ The struggles of Jones were like those lof a maniac. _ In the midst of it, a missile came hiss- ing through the air, a brick hurled by one of the mob, which put an end to the struggle most suddenly, since it struck the detective’s arm, and swept it, be- numbed and bleeding, to his side. “ Ha! Good-by, old boy!” Mike Jones tore himself loose then, and darted away. Tom Tunnel would have followed, but the yells of the mob warned him that a terrible danger threatened his friend Will, and he could not risk anything by lfaving the vicinity of the jail at that t me. it the boys e deserves Where had he seen them \ Bricks and stones were flying freely now. The detective’s right arm was bruised and numb, yet not wholly useless. He managed to snatch his revolver from the ground, and, facing the men who came swarming down the narrow street lead— ing to the jail, he thrust forward his pistol, and in a stentorian voice shouted: “ Halt! " Instinctively the rabble came to a stand before one determined man and his revolver. “Who the devil be you? ” “I am here to defend the jail.” A derisive laugh followed the words of the detective. “A putty specimen you be.” yelled one of the crowd. _“ Jest step aside, if you don’t want your skull cracked.” u “Back!” thundered Torn Tunnel, as the mob once more surged forward. Mobs are proverbially cowardly. This one was no exception to the rule, and the cooked revolver of Tom Tunnel kept them at bay for some time. Those in the rear were clamorous for the murderer, however, and surged for- ward, pressing the front ranks upon the detective, in spite of themselves. “The keys! bring out the keys! ” “Smash the door down! ” Such shouts filled the air. Where was the jailer, who had gone to get help to defend the jail? He had certainly failed to find the necessary help. His wife, however, appeared at the door with the keys in hand, and she re- luctantly turned them over to one of the ringleaders of the mob. The poor woman was nearly frightened out or her wits. Tom Tunnel saw that all effort on his part would avail nothing. He turned upon the jailer’s wife with a word of rebuke. “ You ought not to have given up the keys.” “I—I know; but I couldn’t help it. They would have murdered me if I hadn’t.” “I do not think so. husband gone? " “ After help.” “ It is too late now, I fear.” “ Are you the detective who was talk- ing with Dick a little bit ago?” ques- tioned the woman. 1 Tom Tunnel acknowledged he was the same man. “Then I will tell you. find Armor.” “Ah!” “ He is not now in the jail.” Even as the woman Spoke, a yell of rage issued from the innermost corridor of the building. Without asking any questions, Tom Tunnel at once wormed his way-into the building. There were several other pris- oners in the building who were not in- terfered with by the mob, which had been informed as to the personal appear— ance of the man they wanted. On opening his cell William Armor was not to be found. Other cells were opened—the jail, in fact, thoroughly scoured—but no William Armor was to be found. Tom Tunnel believed he understood the situation. During the excitement in front of the jail the prisoner had been Where has your They won’t trance. “‘ The jailer was not so slow after all,” mused Tom Tunnel. “ It was much bet- ter to proceed in this quiet manner than to make resistance. and shoot down half a dozen of the rioters, although I should feel tempted to try the latter means of dealing with them, anyhow." The mob vented their disappointment in a way that was certainly not incredit— able. Every prisoner in the jail was turned loose, and considerablqdamage was in- flicted upon the building, ere the mob gave over their demonstrations of dis- approval at ‘the escape of the man they ‘wanted for a victim. quietly spirited away through a rear en- CHAPTER XXIX. THE BIG CROOK SCENTS DANGER. The mob dispersed after a time. When nearly all the yelling horde had disappeared, the jailer put in an appear- ance. The detective was at the house when the jailer came. “ I saw it was too late, so I had to let the prisoner slide,” said Dick Martin, the jail-keeper. “A good thing. I congratulate you on your sharpness,” and Tom Tunnel gave the man‘s hand a warm shake. “I don’t understand you. They will hang the prisoner.” “Who will? ” “ The mob." “But they didn’t get him. Your little game worked in good time. It was neat— ly done, Mr. Martin.” “What in the nation are you talking about? " The jailer seemed bewildered. His wife came to the rescue. “Our lost prisoner escaped with the man you sent for him, through the back way, long before the mob entered the jail,” she said. “I sent nobody here." It was Mrs. Martin‘s turn to look sur- prised. “Who, then, was the stout man, with side whiskers and blue goggles, who came for the key to the back door, and said you sent him? Here, look at that," and the woman thrust 'a paper into the hand of her liege lord. This is what he read: “Mrs. Martin: The bearer of this is an officer and my friend. Turn over the keys to him at once. He will save Will- 1am Armor from the mob. I will explain all when I see you. DICK.” “ The devil?” The exclamation fell harshly from the lips of Martin. “ Did you not send the note, dear? ” “ No. You’re an idiot, Maggie!” Nothing was more certain than that Mr. Dick Martin was angry. Tom Tunnel was permitted to read the no e. He imagined he could see through the whole aflair, for he was pretty well as- sured ere this that he was not the only "detective in the mining region. Who could 'have been the man who had so neatly hoodwinked the jailer’s wife? Might it not be Hiram Stiles? His name was the first to occur to Tom Tunnel. ' The jailer was so enraged he sat down and grated his-teeth, not thinking to give the alarm and set officers on the track of the escaped prisoner. “ Can you describe the man, Mrs. Mar- tin? ” , This question came from Tom Tunnel. “He was large, very portly, with long side whiskers and blue goggles. I thought him some city official, for he was well dressed and smooth spoken.” “ Exactly,” growled the jailer. “ This is a pretty mess, I must say. Maggie, you’re a confounded idiot! ” Tom Tunnel was wise enough not to interfere between man and wife. He had learned wisdom from bitter experi- ence, and, without offering further sug- gestions, he left the house. “So Will is once more out of the clutches of the law,” muttered Tom Tum- nel, as he hurried away. “Well, it will be a miracle if he is not captured before he goes far. I can't say that I am sorry Will has escaped. I must secure the arrest of Jones at once, and then I can work to better ad- vantage against the rest of the conspir- ators." The news of the prisoner’s escape soon spread throughout the city, and tele- grams were sent out once more, warning people to look out for the fugitive out- law. But they did not find him. The name,of William Armor was even more detested than ever, and most peo- ple were free to express regrets that i t I a, .,. ‘ 7V _ The! be ' I . sfi-l’J-IJHL. a; ., . tective 1» ~«Mas \ " ,the mob failed of their errand when they , ' Eraided the jail. i Of course, the jailer came in for a {good bit of abuse. it The next issue of the Blmrcr berated .him'as, an imbecile, unfit to hold the .oflice of dog-whipper, etc. ' "l l The smut machine was again at work. , F It was night once more, the evening after the morning of William Armor‘s escape from Marquette jail. . ~Within a small room that was in the corner of a basement, sat two men at a small table. Between them sat a lamp and a. bottle of wine. We have met ' .these men before. Mike Jones and Jim, the man in mask. ‘ ’ “ No use talking," said the crook, em- phasizing his words with an emphatic thump of his fist on the table, “ I’m not ,-‘ygoing to remain longer in this region. " It’s getting mighty hot, I tell you. There’s more‘n one detective on the trail. ‘Tom Tunnel’s bad enough, but he’s a fish beside the other." - “ Do you now this other one?" . /“ Not positively. I suspect, though." .“Well?” ' ‘- . “Ode of Pinkerton’s best man~hunt- 2. ers.” < :\ “Inipossible.” a; ‘4 Nevertheless the man in mask gave a ‘ , (visible start. “.No, it’s more’n probable.” , _ "‘On what‘lay is-the fellow? Surely . he cannot suspect anything wrong—— that 18—" 5. " Look here,” interrupted the big crook, ileaning forward ,and tapping the mask on the arm with one white forefinger. ' » When one of them fell ws is around,‘ gujlz’s‘ ,, safe to say he’s lia le to suspect _.a ,heap. Things are going to be hot here ._’betore Iona.” ‘ The evil eyes of the speaker were gfiited in an intense glow on the face of Jim. , , - . ' He saw’the masked villain tremble, andsatr that moment the' crook would ave given his best hat to have looked ‘Behind that ma‘sk. In all his dealings ith the man calling himself Jim, Mike 'Jones had never looked behind his face- coveringf , / W I ' , _, Ill—the gambler suspected Who the per- son Was with whom he had to deal, he yer let those suspicions be known. The death of Caro had broughtlthese -:t o’z‘nore frequently together, since the timer had, in. times gone by, acted as at bearer of, communications between' the we. ' a r ' v’ ’ “‘No use repeating those words," an- swayed Jim. “I am well‘satisfled with M6 situation or affairs, and if you will ‘ admin, but a short time longer, ovary- ’. “thing Will be diced satisfactorily.” , ' i "’1, must" go back to Chicago.” VlNonscn e.” . , “No, it sn’t. I’m, safer in thattown tin-here, a‘hd 'I have rendered'all the nervice possible." \' , '1 , i _Y u. have not." ’ - , ’,‘ xx. ‘flow can‘I he of more service? "f 9;“, want you, to remain until William. .lai‘fhor isbchin’d the prison bars at Jack- , "Hamill! never go there." / , l , ,. "ffBecause.’f and the voice of Jones grounded hoarse and unnatural as, ' he no l‘because there’s one on the trail ” , tun trace this whole matter ,to' the ’ item, and I. mean to get tram under. ile“there’s yet time. ‘ ui'isj to‘pack your grip also, and travel ‘ he mountains for your health): , . ' ‘ nestiiess of the gambler-crook oxrender his companion nervous * a. in Mike. I always 1, edyo'p a brave man. ’ What has dune-our you (instance! ' ‘ . ‘ v I know enough to quit a losing game .‘Ii'see all t e cards stacked on 1119.: show on it will be Worse than use-_ , ,contindethe'fight.”1‘w g . . struggled, and then he, became still," My ‘ advice‘to - ’ more dangerous nature, and/ J , 'der’. 2” cried,Jim, int-attene oft 'Vthe Marquette “Wank. yeti Surelydo not 'xnaeanthatr". 7 « ~ , . , ; 16:30,)?» p '1} . "a?" ;,V g 4/. * 6‘. athedangf , its; great. ".1 w , t " teas-1th: the. 4- “Wait and hear me out. William Ar- mor escaped right in the teeth of a mob, and I know that his escapewas connived at by some one in authority. Who that some one is I cannot say for a certainty, but I [believe it was engin- eered by one of Pinkerton‘s detectives.” “That is an extravagant. story, sir." “Not at all, as you will soon discover. The time for proving VVllliam Armor a murderer has gone by; but the time for securing one to take the place lately as signed to him is not far distant.” “Mike Jones. I am astonished!” “Perhaps; it‘s best to be honest, you know." He emitted a laugh that was some- what satirical. “Man, what have you discovered?” cried Jim, in an unsteady voice. “.A good deal. The murderer of Harry Ward will soon be arrested, and, it will not be_William Armor!” CHAPTER XXX. MIKE JONES HOLDS A FULL HAND. The man in mask started and trembled at thislast announcement of the'Chicago Crook-Chief. His hands moved about nerVousiy, and at length circle“ to his hip. A sneeringxsmlle touched the face of Mike Jones. “I’m too old a bird to be frightened, Jim/f he said with a growl. " This is not the first ,time you have played off 0 me,” uttered the mask, an- grily. “I hink I have not been mis- informed regarding your character. You would sell out your best friend for a consideration. In whose employ are you now, Mike Jones?” , The big man growled. “It hits home, I see. You have. sold out to the detectives, scoundrell” _ With these words a pistol gleamed above the table,.and had not the hand of Jones moved with the quickness of 8; flash he would have died then and there. A bright flash, followed by a sharp re- port, filled the cellar, but the hand of Jim had been turned aside, and the giant succeeded in tearing the revolver from the clutch of the would-be assassin. “Infamous scoundrel!” . “ Calmly, calmly, my dear Jim,” cried anes, throwing his arms about the mask,- and holding him as in a vise. “Now, then, my man, cool off a bit," growled the stout crook. “I don’t mean toflpermit myself made a. ‘sieve of to please even you.” , . ‘ For an instant the masked villain‘i forcing a laugh to his lips. " Let me go, Mike; it"was all, a joke.” “A. mighty dear Joke it’ll be, if you ever attempt anything of the kind again,” growled. Jones; , ' p ' ' He released Jim, but appropriated his revolver to his own use. . -, The eyes of the mask were cast wist- fuily at the .rev‘olver, but he made no attempt tol‘secure it. ’ Doubtless he was satisfied that he had acted rashly. ' l . ‘ I ' ‘ Mike Jones indulged'in alfew sulphur— ous oaths after he had iresumed his seat. “I ' was. mad! " said Jim, , humbly, enough now., "’«You goaded-me to it,‘ Mike." , ‘ ' ‘ i " ' , “I’ll; goad you to ' something Worse if you. don't, behave yourself, man.’ An- ‘ other attempt like .,,th‘at, and I‘ll kill : you," and another ‘path‘came by way ‘of emphasis. . V i . i There was an aroused -.ddvfl flaming from the eyes of the speaker. The ser— pent glow had given placetoone of 3a _ ’ m shrugged his thin, shoulders with an inward shad- “Don’t, Ibeg of yeti? i ,. , I . “You. must . go; slow, “than, hereafterffi ‘ .“ Iwill, ‘As to your going away from» » “ And you abandon the whole affair at this stage in the game.” ‘ “ I must]? , . “ Then you will get nothing more from me.” “I think you mistake greatly.” “ How so? ” “According to our agreement, I was to be handsomely rewarded for the worn I have already performed." “But you must remain until the game is played to the end—until Ward’s mill- ions are secured, and then your reward shall be great,” asserted the mask, de- terminedly. ‘ For reflecting. “I must.have some money now, at any rate. I engineered the capture of William Armor, and if the ofllcer of the law had amounted to a. snap he would have been safely out Of the way now." of the mob." “It would have been just the thing, and that’s the way I had planned it. With Will dead, the search for the real assassin might cea‘se. But I, tell you, there’s a long head working against us, and it’s not Tom Tunnel, either. I can explain it only by believing that one of Pinkerton’s men has taken up the trail.” “In that case you must thwart him." “Well?’,‘ i “I will add a cool twenty thousand to the price if you settle this new factor in the case—that is, when the end is secured for which I have plotted." “Correct!” ‘ ., - ‘ A sudden, triumphant glow shot into! the eyes of Mike Jones, and he held out.l his hand, - r I , “ Shake on that, pard! " .. They did so. , - _. “ Now, then, for present needs, Iv‘must have a couple of thousand." ' ‘ “ I' haven't that amount with me." "‘No; but you can place it wherel can Yfind it inside of twenty-four hours? "‘ 6‘ es.” ' g "‘ To me that will be satisfactory." 9‘ And you will continue on the case?! “To the death, pard." '- more.” - 7 Jim rose to his feet. v Mike Jones did likewise. “I am sorry Mike.” ‘ I . “SoamI.” I. , ,',. “You will find this new trail-hunter, and put him where he can do no helm, for this awful crime.” “ Certainly. Will is guilty, and' be punished." V The crook spoke with evident honesty, and Jim regarded him with a perplexed 8 re. ' ‘ Will is really guilty? ” j , “He is." v‘ ’ " mist has given'me much relief: There are, and a sigh reached the” euro; the crook. that caused him to curl his lip scorn». fully. - " ‘ cheering smile. . , The mask started, then, and clutched at the edge of the table fiercely with one hand.‘ The st‘ruck home. “ Satan! " of Jim. ‘4 he been lass careless. - "- Have done withthis," cried at? If You seem to delight in raking the horrors imaginable. . Y .ought to answer for.” v. , a ' r if, », A 3‘ It was armistaké,"ihdeed;".’ chuckled the crdok. The wrongman took, medlétnel’” = ‘ : parsing. ,‘ future; sure. "Let: i 1‘} some moments Mike Jones satfl “ Better had he fallen into the hands ) ._ “ Then we understand each other once « we have had any trouble, ‘ and thm see that Will is settled with K ' “ You have so asserted before, ‘and it in consequence, no' stains on my handsfi ' .- “ i u forg‘etEdward Caro!” with -a ’rook‘s shot‘ had, evidently rel; hissingly from the ups ‘ " Edwardi’f uttered Mike, in, a." .moeking tone, “ he mighthave lived "had , g . There’s many“ or,” slip ’twixt’cup‘ and lip, you know.'.~’_ * , fi-‘j‘g, a .: up all kgow that I'had nothing to do with than? -a air; Dr. Anderson has that “It matters not? nowzztle'twlsft;, get,” cried it . mask.- ' “Brig iter'sk‘ osf , «\v T I [ : Edward Caro rest, since he was the vic- ac tim of his dwn folly.” . “ I am willing. only I don't want you to feel so good over your stainless ,m hands," laughed Mike. When the two walked to the entrance, Jones 'tid his hand on the shoulder of the mas , and said: as “When it is all over, Jim. I may know m \ .for whom I have been working; this is 1a part of the bargain.” 19 ' “ No,” shortly. 1- “You mean never to show your face ~d to me? " , e- “ NeVer.” A low chuckle fell from Jones’s lips. m; He bent his lips to the ear of the mask, and whispered a name that caused h1m Lt to start and tremble visibly. ,f , a “ I knew I was rightff e Nothing more was said as the two a passed out to the street. Separating, the tWO passed their several 3 .Ways. 2 - The mask turned a corner, and, as we - have seen him do on a former occasion, he sought‘one of the least frequented. 1 «streets and hurried away. ‘ ' Late that night a horseman entered ’ lIshpeming by the wagon road from Mar- ; quette. ‘ - g In the meantime Mike Jones turned * his steps toward the lake. » “ I have discovered the identity of the mask," he muttered, “and now I hold a y full band. Mike Jones, you’re in luck. L If this new trailer, the one who stole ; _ ' , Will from the oflicers, was onlygat the ‘bottom of the lake, I shduld feel ‘a heap n ~ guises, one of which is that of Stiles, the l ; tramp.” I x ._ I ‘ ' Thus soliloquizing, the. crook made his way to a part of the city not exactly respectable. a low dive rested on the face of a man who was leaning forward, apparently 4' :trying to penetrate the window-shade ' 'through a rent, in which the light J? .flashed.- . , V “‘ one glance into the man’s face caused the crock to start visibly: His teeth «came together tightly, and the serpent ., - y”, iggleam was intensified to his eyes. ’ *5 . '3‘ ‘ “ It is he—the tramp detective! ’ in Drawing a knife from his boot, the ' " gambler crept with cat—like softness toward the unsuspecting man. “V3; ‘ 2m» ."~ 2 .i. "i .1 v .'.thought .of Mike Jones, as he crept ’ .toward Hiram Stiles. ' "- . Nearer and nearer the assassin crept. "“ 4'5 His hand clenched the deadly knife, and .his heart was steeled with its wicked purpose. x .,~‘ Hiram Stiles fwiaus no: Ed russoto si. ‘ ‘s ‘wtfhfd hepescape unscathed from the ’ .assassin’s blide? ‘ i It did xnot‘ seem possible for him to - do so. I ‘1 ~, Leaning forward, all unconscious of danger, the tramp stood .liste ing to the hounds emanating from the icon, and . apparently unconscious of the conspicu- ‘ oneness of the position he occupied. Of a sudden Stiles seemed to feel the “presence of an enemy. He straightened up and turned partially about, just as . the giant form of the gambler rose for the fatal! spring. as a tiger~ upon his prey. The oneieyed man realized his danger when too late. ' . - l I ,.“ With the force of a cannon ball, the ,‘giant crook hurled himself upon his ‘ ifvictim.» ' ‘ f ' Down 'went both men to the earth. ,. The giant gambler was atop, and his 4‘ its .clOsed about the throat of Hiram '~_Stles, as he raised his knife for the Vista! stroke a , 1 ~ .‘v‘ _'.————- in the most ' . CHAPTER xxxr. * ’ , DETECTIVES IN oomvézn , :The strange. tramp realised his dan- ger, and made a desperate effort to throw the. big ru 11 from him. ‘5, better. .~ He assumes a good'man‘y dis-. A light‘ flashing from the window of. 'and at that moment Mike Jones believed "“ I‘ll knife him. and drop the carcass ' . :‘1n the lake!” was the mentally uttered, ,ly,’ “ but Iwmean to surp ise some .others‘ ‘once more,. he (rejoined Tom Tunnel. 1 '5‘ Mike Jones realised thatfl‘an unusual. . mated, mould bring theginmatesi, on, the ; ‘ ,4 i i . saloon outside; and'he'hbped to finish his man without a struggle. This was his thought when he raised his knife to strike the fatal blow. One of Stiles's long arms was not se- cured, ‘and it. came up. striking the would-be assassin‘s wrist a. blow that sent the deadly knife flying from his hand. ' A fearful execration fell from the lips of the murderous crook. The struggle was now of a more equal nature. Deprived of his knife, Mike \Jones had now to depend on his hands. A pistol would prove too noisy a weapon. With the digits of his left hand still clinging to the throat of Stiles, thus shutting off his wind, the gambler pro- ceeded to deal ’vigorous blows with his fists at the countenance of his fallen foe. /.“ I'll fix you, you lank man-tracker! ” hissed Jones, as he struck fiercely at the face of his half-strangled victim. The gambler was more than a match for an ordinary man, and it seemed that Stiles'was destined to get the worst of the conflict, when an unexpected help came. v From the corner of the saloon a dark figure darted, and with the bound of a catamount, landed squarely on the shoul- dersof the gambler. Mike Jones at once realized his danger, and he rose to his feet with grating teeth, and the growl of an enraged tiger. ,“ Unhand me, you cursed scoundrel! " But the. last com‘er clung to the neck of the huge gambler with death—like te- nacity. , At this critical moment the door of the low groggery Opened, and a light streamed out upon the three men. Stiles had now regained his feet, his face plainly revealed in the glow of the lamps from within. The man who had leaped upon the back of the p‘onderous gambler uttered a. low cry, and released his hold, going to the ground mos‘ quickly. -Several men‘came to theisaloon door, discretion the better part of. valor. With a muttered imprecation he rushed away in the darkness. ' ‘ - ' - The late-comer stoodr'starlng at Stiles, without the ability to move or utter a word, for somemoments‘. . . I There was little wonder that he was surprised. ' . . ,The black patch had been torn loose, and also a wig,;and the. unknown de’w tective stood plainly revealed in the lamplisht- ' ‘ Tom Tunnel, for he it was, recognized the face, and-he could not suppress an exclamation of wonder, cool detective he was. I t a , \ Stiles seemed to understand the situa- tiongand at once grasped the detective by the“ shoulder and drew him aside.‘ , “ Tom Tunnel, yen-recognize me?” “Yes, by gracious! And-” ‘ , ' ,“ Not a word," interrupted the'man. “‘I meant to retain my disguise. to the end. You are the'only man in Mar- quette pr Ishpem’in‘g who has dis'cotrered ; the identity of Hiram Stiles. You are av detective, and I: depend on your keeping your knowledge from the public." “ I am astonished." ‘ . “ No doubt,” interrupted the :other, dry« before I get through.‘ he race of the unrighteous is nearing-its end!" a Stiles then walked back, and from the, ground secured hisdisguise.' Dunning it The saloonrdélor closed, and the half- inebriaied inmate’s,“on finding no officer near. lost curiosity ‘in the’. sounds outside. ._ I -‘. § , 9’ a The two detectiyes,stoqd in the dark- ness now.~_ . _‘, I _ ' . They walked. a litttle waypand. then came 'to a halt where the stars ofl'fieayen gemxned the waters of the lake. g’ p “ Now, then, slrueXplain ,murself," ex- claimed 'rom Tunnel, bursting with cue“ a Ande For some time the tWo engaged in- deep and earnest conversation. At length Tunnel said: I “ It was you. then, who rescued Will- iam Armor from prison and the mob? ” “ It was.” “Where is Will now?” “In a safe place." ‘f You deem him wholly innocent? “Once I did not. I am now satisfied." “So am I.” answered Tunnel. “This has been a puzzzling case [0 m‘e.‘Mr. —ah——Stiles." \ “That's right. I am Hiram Stiles for" the present; Tom Tunnel.” , “ I will try and remember. have you been on this case? ” . “About the same length of time you. have—ever since the murder of Harry Ward, in fact." . “ What discoveries have you made?” . “ Enough to tear one person, at least. from a lofty perch,” answered Stiles, dry-. 3:“ please not to forget that, How long “ I think my observations have led me 7 n to the same conclusion,” said Tunnel. - ‘ By exchanging confidences, We.may be I the better able to accomplish the end we .‘ both seek.” “That is true.” ' . “Have you an idea who the man was who assaulted you just now? ” ~’ . “ A crook—one of the vilest scoundrela' 3 in the copper region. His name is Mike '2 Jones, and he hails from Chicago.” ': “ You,are well posted, I see,” uttered'u Tunnel. "The scoundrel meant to kill/x , you, I think.” ‘ ' f Undoubtedly. I owe my life to Tyou.~” . Speak of that at another time,”~said the detective, quickly. “ I wish to “know how much you"have learned or this case; Will you answer a_ few questions? ” ‘ “ If I can.” ' ‘ , . f‘Of course you are Well economies! With old man Arnold and his wife?“ 3‘ f‘ Of course; Will and I ‘ carriedii w0u‘n'ded man there once." ‘ “ es, and I am bound to re ‘ kindness some time." x ‘ p” kg “‘1‘ Pon’t. We are quits now; Tom Tun,- “I am sorry I did not learn that you- w‘ere on the trail sooner. I think, hadx. we both worked in cmcert, arrests mighv have been made before this; but of course that'can’t be remedied now?” , L ‘ 1. "Of course not. I have pursued the course I deemed best from the outset?” , “I “I am sure of that," admitted‘.To"nt Tunnel., “Speaking of‘ the Arnoldli brings to mind the sudden death of mug 9am. Do you know anything abefili: a . ' . ‘ ' =‘ ‘ . “No, save onl ‘a theory“ . « ~ “Well?” y 7 f ( ‘: Murder was intended.” I“ ~ 'y ,f; ‘ You think Dr. Anderson “didnot a mistake—that he'prepared a dose to me? ”~. ‘ ‘ ' ' “.No; I think, in fact, I ~ . now,“-that_Dy .rsonyis entirely bla eles's'in, affair. The poison was, meant for you; and was prepared by one‘deeply interest, ed in your removal.” , ' ’ " Exactly. Could'you put your. on ‘ thefp'erson? ” “I think so.’.’ , Name” him." "Not now.” , p r ‘ ‘: You can trust me? ” 1.," ‘ ‘ hicks: butthe very air hath)» I will not eyen «whisper tonight “ Youare verycautmus.” ‘ , " In this case .lt is necessary”. " . Tom Tunnel laughedx > v vi - j‘I think ru have. to hikes has)? , ,for you, «Mr. Stiles: You’re one of, " ” keenest men I ever'met.“ r 1 a 1 (1T?! thgs‘the other. made replyii en 3' awash t 1‘” man‘ " sum. ' 9 339°" I"??? . Arhold hadhdthing mindset h @9in glass?‘-"" ‘suddenly ‘ / Tom Tunnel- ' ' i. V t I, y , . " V ,. ' “ r > . . . new seine. routine! " 15690601; : ’ it 26 The Detective in Mask. CHAPTER XXXII. A YOUNG VVOMAN’S \VRATH. For some moments Stiles did not speak. Perhaps he was debating the propriety of telling all that he knew in the premises. Tom Tunnel waited patiently for some time. “Can you answer the question, Mr. Stiles?” “I think I can.” “ Well? ” “ Tom Tunnel, I am of the opinion that it is best to keep my knowledge to my- self for the present.” “As you like." “ Don’t misunderstand me. It may be possible that I have made a mistake in some of my calculations. I wish to wrong no one, nor to strike prematurely; so, for the present, I am obliged to decline giv- ing names.” A smile touched the face of Tom Tun— nel. “You have the caution of a true de- tective,” he said; “and I admire you for it. I will ask no more questions.” “ I wish you to help me all the same.” “I have pretty nearly fathomed the mystery, I believe,” declared Tom. ' “ We had better work together.” “ Certainly.” “I have assumed several disguises since I entered upon the unraveling of this case,” proceeded Stiles, “and have learned many things that lead me to be- lieve that a. little strategy will place everything in our hands, and give Will an opportunity to return to Ishpeming in peace.” “ I hope you may notbe mistaken." “ I shall not be.” For some time longer the two con- versed, and then they moved away. At parting, Stiles said: “Inside of a week all will be made clear. Will will be free before these peo~ ple, and the criminals engaged in this monstrous plot brought to the bar of justice.” “ I believe you,” Tunnel assented. * * * a: at * at Charles Stratton sat alone in his office when the door opened and a young girl confronted him. It was Laura Ward. Her cheeks were pale, and the blue eyes hot with the burning fever of ex- citement. ‘ She had lost flesh and spirit during the past two months, brooding over the sad fate of her father, and perhaps suffering not a little in consequence of William Armor’s misfortunes. The stern, hard look that had rested on the face of Stratton all through the day softened, and a smile came to his lips when he saw who his visitor was. Quickly he rose and pushed a. large chair toward her. She did not sink into it, as he expected. “ You are excited, Laura. I hope noth- ing has happened at the house out of the ordinary? ” “ No. Look at that.” She handed him a copy of the Mar- quette Blower, containing the article in- citing the people to mob law. ' After glancing at it, he looked into Laura’s face. “I have seen it before.” “ I am aware of that.” 1‘ Ah!!! I I “ Your hand indited that infamous ar- ticle! ” asserted the girl, with wrath. “ If Will is killed, you will be his mur- derer, Charles Stratton! ” “ Calm yourself, my dear Laura.” “1 am quite calm, sir. Do you deny writing that article?” “ Certainly I do, although I. quite ap- prove of the sentiments it puts forth,” he said, coolly. “Then you are an infamous scoun- drel!” "Laura!" . " It is true. I will not take back the truth. You would be glad to see Will torn by a mob—murdered~that he may be out of your way forever! ” The girl’s pale cheeks were flushed now, and a resentful fire flamed in her blue eyes. Charles Stratton was quite dumfound- ed. For weeks he had been on his best behavior before Laura, anxious to win her highest. esteem, that he might, in the end, win her for his wife. Present indications were not hopeful of success. Laura was usually one of the mildest mannered women in the world. She was roused, now, however, and Charles Stratton realized it keenly. “My dear Laura—" “Stop! I won‘t listen to hypocritical pleading.” protested the girl, interrupt- ing him. “If \Vill falls a victim to the mad passions of the mob, you'will be a murderer, and, as sure as heaven, I will see that you are indicted as such.” Then she turned, and would have rushed from the room but for the de- taining hand of Mr. Stratton. He held her gently, and said: “You are quite beside yourself, Laura. I cannot permit you to go upon the street in this dangerous mood.” “Sir, unhand me!” flashed hotly from the maiden’s lips. “Not until you calm yourself.” “I will call for help." “ Laura, are you mad? ” " Very near it! ” “Listen to me—to reason. You must not undertake to stem the tide of public sentiment. The people are justly en- raged at the death of your father, and it would be a wonder if they would permit the assassin to escape if he came into their hands. Laura flashed a hot, keen glance into the face of her late father’s partner. He recoiled before that glance. At length she spoke. “Charles Stratton, I am not blind. I have learned more than you imagine.” No doubt.” “I have learned enough to convince me that Will is a persecuted man, and that the real murderer is much nearer home.” “What do you mean? ” Laura’s eyes were still riveted on the face of Stratton, much to his disgust. “ I mean that Will is to be made the victim of the real assassin!” “You startle me.” “No doubt I do. Charles who murdered my father? ” This blunt question was unexpected, but Mr. Stratton realized the need of self- command, and although a deadly pallor sat upon his face he was outwardly calm. “ I cannot answer your question, Laura. I can only state what I believe.” “ Well? ” “Of course I can see no evidence that does not point to one person only.” . “And that person?” “William Armor.” “I knew you would say that, but you do not speak your honest convictions. In your heart you know better, Charles Stratton.” A deep red shot suddenly into his cheeks, as he said: “You are pleased to insult me, Miss Ward, and I can only bear with you for the sake of the good man gone and for love of you. I am willing to suffer for the good that may come hereafter.” Laura essayed to move away. “ Where would you go, Laura? " “ To Marquette. The train will soon leave for the East.” ' “ You must not go.” Just then a messenger boy entered and handed Mr. Stratton an envelope. Laura 1waited while he tore it open and read f He then handed it to her, his counte- nance scarcely changing. It was a telegram, and from Marquette. “Mr. Stratton—William Armor, ,the murderer, has escaped by a trick. Look out for him in your city. “Sheriff Mahoney." Stratton, A smile touched the face of Laura as she returned the bit of paper to Mr. Stratton. ~ “ Laura, what will you do now?” “ I shall not go to Marquette," she an— swered, with a strange elation in her v01ce. CHAPTER XXXIII. A PROCLAMATIUN FROM lIIDlNG. Several days passed, with no new de» velopments. Tom Tunnel and the un~ known dectective were silently at work, and, judging from the pleased look rest— ing on the face of Tunnel, he was making rapid progress toward a solution of the mysteries surrounding the tragedy of the lake. The gold harpoon had troubled him not a little, but he had now cast that aside in making up his verdict. He had a theory regarding that not inconsistent with Will Armor's innocence. Tunnel was often in consultation with Stiles. The two were preparing to spring a. trap that was destined to surprise the public. Will still remained at liberty, although men were on the lookout for him throughout the two cities of Marquette, Ishpeming and vicinity. It would be a‘wonder if the young De- troiter escaped a second time. The excitement instead of dying out. daily increased. There were those not wanting in influence who fanned the flame of mad passions continuously. Such men exist in all communities. Had Wi-ll fallen into the hands of the two communities, his fate would have been decided without judge or jury. It was this knowledge that urged the two detectives to harmonious and rapid action. They stood together one evening in a small room of the principal hotel at Ish- peming. Both were in disguise, and were not. known in their true characters, even by the proprietor of the hotel himself. “Will cannot remain in hiding much longer,” Stiles remarked. “ It doesn’t seem possible.” “ No. He will eventually be discovered, and with the present state of feeling, his chances would be mighty slim.” “ I am aware of that. W'hat would you advise? ” “ The immediate arrest of Mike Jones.” “ That is easier said than done." “ Naturally, yet it is easy enough done," asserted Hiram Stiles. “ You have. evidence against him sufficient to place him in durance vile.” “ Certainly, but I have had suspicions regarding him and this mysterious Jim, and wished to give him rope to hang himself with.” “Well, he has had the rope? ” “ Yes," admitted Tunnel. “ And has not hanged himself.” ‘1 No.1) “Yet it was best to shut down on his career. I have a plan that will work, I am sure. There is a conspiracy among certain ones with which Mike Jones is connected. He must be quietly arrested, without the knowledge of his superiors, when it will be easy to lead them into a trap.” “ I am listening.” Thereupon the unknown detective en- tered into a complete explanation of the situation, as he understood it, and his plan of proceeding against the members who had been spotted. “By gracious! you’re a trump, Stiles! ” exclaimed Tom Tunnel. wringing the. hand of his companion warmly. “ There's. no such word as fail now. Will shall be free, and Laura happy inside of a week.” “You are extremely sanguine.” “ No more than the case warrants.” “ I hope not, at any rate,” said Stiles. “ Jones flits between this city and Mar— , quette frequently." “ True," answered Stiles. “ He is in this town now.” “I am aware of that; he was at the Ward mansion last night.” “ No?” exclaimed Tom Tunnel in amazement. W‘V‘UV l“ (—TFC'TH #1. L lit ‘, . i . . Z V i V . ' \. again.” ~ ' ’ wretch? " teat; _ “ It’s a. fact. I shadowed him.” “Ah, then you doubtless discovered something of importance? " “ I call it so.” “'Let me hear it. No secrets from each other after this, remember, Mr. Stiles,” urged Tunnel. “Remember, we‘re not rivals in the detective business, but working to the same end.” “Yes, that is true," admitted Stiles; " Maybe it would be as well to confide everything to you. Together we may work to better advantage. .,“ Yes, it would have been better so from the start." ' “Perhaps it would.” Stiles then unbosomed himself still further, and when the two left the room . to go their respective ways they had arrived at a perfect understanding. Tom Tunnel went down to the office, while Stiles left the hotel by a side en- trance. When the detective‘entered he noticed considerable excitement among the men congregated there. “Mighty cool cuss, anyhow.” It wasthe landlord who offered _this remark. . “It beats the devil,” said a tall, lean man, with the red dust of the mines still cdnging to his garments, “I used to ‘know Will. He's a corker, and don’t ‘you forgit it, boys!" _“ What seems to be the trouble now? ” queried Tunnel. ., . “It’s that internal, William Armor " What!———have' the officers captured» the “ No. Here’s what’s the racket.” ‘- A gentleman present handed Tom Tun- nel ‘a copy of the Blower, that had just come in on the train. . ‘ ' ’The detective looked at , the article _' pointed out and read: “To the Public: I have not resisted, the lawful authority of the State of Mich- ‘igan from, any desire to escape from 'justice fairly administered. As an in— , ' noce'nt man, I am anxious that the mur- “derer'ot‘ Mr. Ward should be secured, but I am not ready to lay down‘my‘liie at the behest of a mob, excited, perhaps, bY, t' render‘myself. I that I shall be safe from the mob; then I I only ,ask what is tew days before to address the ' I 1:; the guilty parties of this crime. . It the authorities will grant me'protection, so ‘ Ta that justice and not lynch-law shall pre- vail; I am ready and anxious to sur- 1 must .iave guarantees amweady‘to surrender. An answer to this‘ in‘, the columns of this paper will reach me. Gentlemen, what Will you do? right. ‘ "William Armor." .Tom Tunnel’s face failed to evince the uljfll‘rpri‘se the reading of this announce- '!;1,m’e'fi't occasioned. What did it mean? ~Was"‘Wi1.13am Armorreally the author? .' It sée‘medl‘jé‘iittle strange that, Will should resort-to the. columns a; the same 'paper that so bitterly denouncedbfiim 3. Eu c. “ What do you think 01:“: " asked thegentleman who had placed‘the paper j :‘4‘5 in Tunn‘el'shand. I , ‘ “It may beavhoax," was the evasive Iaply. . ' fi ' " But ' it“ it, is not? _" ehas ad is a. most reasonable one. 3113mm expect protection,'andi were I t imayc‘ir ot Mdrquette, he should have it. at whatever cost." , a, bet! " put in the lean, man lately rt‘om the trainee. “E! the government ain’t protect a. prisoner, it had tbetter, “ . s .«what’s the matter." 33‘ 3?; " Erna tell-in'."' I . . ,4 "Such ’x-w the remarks that greeted ‘dhe reading of the letter’glven to the pub- u‘? :bY/th'e outlawed DetrOiter. ,,%§0m. Tunnel had littlednhbt, ‘nnponmz.scnan;yxo 9! .his old enemy, Mike Jones. 'blankly into the face of the detective. , lowing evening, and it Was ottfhis the detective was thinking just then. “ Then I must say that the mags 'de- , ' . ' i ,rgracious! I believe you’re right." ' remorse ghost. ' I go in tor fair-play. i ‘ f’ . . ; {The young teller may be innocent—.2 . l _) put: whittf j l. mum bersafer‘ with “the Authorities saw. “°W_ . -A little later he'passed upon the, street and turned his.steps toward the Ward mansion. Before he reached it, he felt a. hand upon his shoulder. Turning, he looked into a pair of gleaming eyes, cunning eyes, with the venom of a serpent in their depths. “ Tom Tunnel, you die to-night, unless you leave the copper region at once. and forever!” were the words dropped in the detective's ear. . Who uttered them? Several people jostled against the de— tective. ‘ r An old woman with a market~basket on her arm, her face nearly hidden by a poke—bonnet, passed. Tunnel peered un- der the bonnet, and saw the gleam of those wicked eyes once more! 4—... CHAPTER XXXIV. THE CHICAGO cnoox 1x THE TOILS. The seeming old woman was certainly He it was who had .sent that hissing warning into his ear, and on the im- pulse of the moment Tom Tunnel sprang forward and seized the .woman’s arm tightly. - “ Oh, sir, let me go! ” The woman wheeled about and stared An oath fell from ‘the lips of Toni Tunnel. , " \ At the same moment a' low, mocking laugh'tell on his ears. (It came from the rear. . Tunnel dropped his hand from the wo- man’s arm and turned abbut., Again he saw those gleaming eyes through the semi-gloom,' but now a man’s broad-brimmed hat shaded them and a huge black beard swept beneath. It was Mike Jones, there could be no ,doubt or that now; but when Tom Tun- nel attempted to hurry forward he col- lided with a swift—moving tootman, and nearly. knocked thetbreath from his body. " A thousand pardons, sir," gasped the stranger, when hegained breath enough to articulate. « "-, . ‘ . " It‘ doesn't matter.” The detective looked after that in'vain , ‘ for the gambler. . . r ‘He was puzzled. to know how the villain penetratedhis disguise. ‘ r " “Mike Jones is one at} the sharpest chaps 'I .ever met,” muttered the de- tective. 1“ He still chooses toin‘dhlge in threats. v The scoundrel ought to .know that he cannot ,trighten me. Another- Iour-and-twenty hours willrwind up- his career, anyhow." Tom Tunnelvands‘tiles had plannedthe . arrest of. the Chicago crook on the fol- Would thersha/rprwitted rascal tothetrav?z j «,- We, sfhafijpresen‘tlysee‘. i _ ’ It was just'aiter. darknes ihad fallen, on the following evening. the a stalwart; 'lookin'g miner, left “obscure dwelling in the poorer'partgof the city, 0! Ishpeming fall in-' 4 ~ I and wendevdvhis wax-19min the'busier ’ part of the town. ' He had gone but a little. Waylwh'en Vhs heard‘avoicecallingrw v. « ', ' .1 “Say, sir!" ‘ He looked about v and look into the speaker’s-face.- . , r .A small b’oy. withirafgediscket and bare feet, heidjupa; 8 tier, to the gene of theistout.manz p ., g, - . “What, is, “firmly? ;~ the! miner .de‘, mended,i-'rather sharply.” , _, f - '5 ' “This,” shaking the letters Who's the man it'belongs~terrf’ " “ Tof Jae sane—Jerichot- "That‘simyfname‘". , . , ,. , , The Urchingéheldgout this, hand. ,_ 7,; ' *‘Gimmeten chum”. . ~ ' 1, I :i l . .4. «The, mama so." Design" heéa“ toixth‘e' boy asx‘he seampered asthma, . 1;... j'; Now; then,f,what this mean?” "SThe big _s‘,.na-.1;gl_teds=w mm .3; was. tau; ' " “"et . not far from the railroad. I, ‘ ' ' ‘ "fla'shed a. .. " J‘ “ We managed savanna; ,,. true- as: .r ' seesaw ' \ ' News of importance; .must see you to-night. Come at ten to number g,- 16 Blank street. I will be there to ad-— mit you. Don’t fall. Jim.” “Well, by Judas! what’s up now?” muttered the seeming miner, who was- really Mike Jones, the gambler. “Jim has news of importance, eh? Well, I think it’s about time. I‘d like the handling of some of old Ward’s dol- lars right away.” Thus muttering, the gambler thrust the letter into an inner pocket and hast- ened away. He soon gained the business part of, the city, sauntered to the bar and called " 3 for brandy. l ' After drinking he went to one of tables and sat down. . Being a miner, he was supposed to , have money, and he was not long in be- ing “roped in” for a game of cards: Howhe came out it is not necessary for the reader to know. At a quarter before ten Jones sprang. up and left the saloon. ‘ “Now for number 16 Blank street," "’ he muttered. . " He found the place after a half-hour's: search. - _ _ A rather pretentious—looking building. “ Jones: the. All was dark about the place, save, fin-i the dim light that shone from a. small. window beside the main entrance. ‘ - , The inmates of the \building ha’d evia-v dently retired to rest, Over the door the gambler discovered the number six- v teen, and 'knew that this was the spot? ’ named in Jim’snote. . " Was the gam'bler suspicions that a! was not right? ,1! scene did not eih'i his feelings. ‘ -, , l » V it _. ,. He walked boldly up the steps, rapped. For fully a" minute all 'was‘, si lent. ' ‘ ' v _' w. . Tap-tap-t’ap! V " This time the door was pushed the least bit, and a voice said: , 5' ‘ “Is that you, Jackson?” " ’ ‘V. 1., V. “om J. ll ’, r ‘H . l ' “ From Jericho? " " . 5"; {if u Yes.” I ~ ‘ ‘ V . l' V “ Come in ” H The door was opened, and Mike‘Jo’net? passed .insideu Quickly the door'swnnti to and was bolted. : . 1+. " ll way.!l’ r ‘ I: ‘ l 1 The gambler followedjhis guide into - side room, where a. dim light was-burn ing on a. small table. a 4' ,, -' ’ "'Sit down, Mike. It’s ‘, business 5 night." a , V I = The gambler sank into a chain: ‘ The man who had admitte‘d'ihiylf ,lowedsuit. ,, ‘. ' . ~~ i The last man was masked, see, - same person _whofhas figured: pages as Jinn} ' «_ , - v- ‘ ‘. Nevertheless the gambler was noted tirely at ease. : ~ ‘ .. , ,, ,The two ingugla‘red. at each «is: sharply- ; ‘ - ~ ‘- _‘ ‘-“ Well? " said Jones. ‘ .f‘ ell? " remarked the man ‘ " “ .on'sent for me, Jim.».on business? _ -, ., “I did.” answered the mThe time for action “For action?" 5; r . « “Yes... Tom Tunnelis and there is but vonefiwnyitb', bacon-n .. . j A gt H‘jc', ' . “And tutti: . \: .' ‘9 'p' 1,. a . thee in dosed Harwws :3 . ,1 , “ Eh? You m“. ‘ r‘ v .~ “moment-r»: .“IOf the inani- who plunged, 13” the ma“? ensued“ :and tins: himginmfit oi; ‘_ ' “@913. ot,my..-iast.2f won tenths mm! :Ward!” * ‘.‘ :‘Ifij t Then witnesses; ’ .by a ring of cold steel, however, and he dared not raise his hand». ‘5 Drop that weapon or die!" Thus hissed the man in mask. The man's voice had suddenly changed, and the gambler recognized it at once. “Tom Tunnel! ” ' With this exclamation, Mike Jones reeled backward, his revolver going to the floor with a clang. “Stiles, do your duty." The one-eyed man appeared, and with ‘an expert movement clasped handcuffs over the gamblers wrists. _ ' The detective then removed his mask. “The game's up; Mr. Jones," uttered , 'Tom Tunnel, with a dry laugh. _ l ‘A low—muttered oath alone answered / ' the speaker. _ The outlaw gambler was completely v-cowed. v “ I was a cussed fool to run into such a bold trap,” he muttered. “But you fool yourself, old man, when you accuse me of sending old Ward out of the world. ’William Armor is the man; I can swear .to that, for I saw him do it!” CHAPTER XXXV. GATHERING'IN Tim: caoox HARVEST. "‘Too thin,” sneered Tom Tunnel. “‘We don’t expect you to confess your i-pcrimes, but the proof will fix 'you." y The baffled and cowed gambler re- . Aalned a dogged silence after this. ,Tom knew‘the fellow of old, and did .. mot expect to win confession from him. Tunnel led his prisoner outside, and placed him in charge of two ofiicers, de- termined men, whom the detective, had .specially employed for the occasion. “,You‘wili return at once, .after seeing ’ this gentleman to a safe lodgingeroom," [he informed them. ‘ ' " More of 'em,‘ captain? "‘ .0 Yea.” R "All right.” ' , ' I 'The detective returned to. the room “he had quitted. : ' { Stiles was’there, in full disguise; ', « ' “one infamous scoundrei is on his way, a“ prison,” remarked To . “I hope. we shill be as successful w th the other.” i , “ I am confident we shall be," answered, Stiles. ' , . ~ , ‘f‘Butsuppose Jim fails to come to n I . I _ I L. > r “ Then we must move on his strong- Md.” I , ."“Wheae.?”,~ _ g . v ,m “ Wait; you ,‘shall soon know.” 7" At, the hour of'eleven, youtell me.” ,, ‘ers,“look ‘for the man in mask'at stint tiara-and he may not‘come alone.” : ~. “ Who will keep him company? " "‘5 Have patience,\Tom.” ' X ,7 “I ,will endeavor to.” v gril'he, detectiVe consulted hiswatch; it locked but a quarter of eleven. " “3With what impatience the two men twaithjd may be imagined. .rThey were 0n tithe eve‘ of a great revelation—mu the, }threshold of important work. _ ,Would their hopes be realized? . . "Id be thWartéd now would be indeed "mostjnroyoking, when ,everything had ‘Mén skillfully arranged for the seizure 'f the criminals. . , " ' ‘ t-Biid‘denly Tom. Tunnel held up his ,fyatch. ., ., r t . “See, it is past the' hour!", he said ii‘awhlsper. “Jim will not come. You sue cit has failed, Mr. Stiles.” ‘_ -" We ti” calmly enjoined the‘one-eyed, ‘1 shbrt Tend painful silence} and :then‘ scanners. st’ep came to their hearing.‘ Rat-tat-tat! y , _ ‘ .. . ‘ , film has come,’f uttered Tom, gliding. quickly to the outer -door.. v 3 ‘ ' ,. _._n-- J, * ' a s "s: a- "3x1"? was ,late "in the afternoon, and 'fiharles Stratton was on the point .of 'ide-\ .-. a ing from his office, \‘vhen hispch’ief . kethe man secured. to fill ,the place‘ elyoccupied by Edward Carowentered. “laid a sealed letter on ’5-=d fin, ‘ .. , . at clerk withdrew, , . ‘ City's” 5V ' 7 in 17-" a. '1 'i it at all. the .mineéq ‘ ' ' where arl BM." , , The capitalist glanced sharply at the chirography. ' It was new to him, but as it was no uncommon thing for him to receive let- of it. Sinking back into his easy chair, the millionaire opened the missive. A puzzled look came into his face as he read: “Mr. Stratton: Call at No. 16 Blank street, at eleven this evening. and you will learn something to your advantage. It is regarding the will left by the late Harry Ward. Say npthing of this to any one, not even to your relatives. It is of the utmost importance that you be on hand at the appointed hour- You will never regret it. ' . “Henry Jackson, Attorney.” “ Henry Jackson," muttered the mill- ionaire. “I don't remember the gentle- man." ' I \ ‘ r For some moments Mr. Strattorn sat, in reflection. “ Henry Jackson,” he again muttered. Then he read the letter again. “'Singular epistle, that," he mused, contracting his brows; “Peculiar busi- ness, too, it seems. About the will left by my partner. He left no‘will. What can the man mean? I don't understand It may be a plan to extort money; if so, I’ll nip the gentleman’s lit- tle scheme in the bud.” A moment later the millionaire walked into the outer room of the office. /“ Mr. Weber, where did you get this? ” holding up the missive as he spoke- “ this letter you just gave me?” “ A young, fellow came in and tossed it on the desk just a few minutes ago.“ “ Did you know him? " i "I did not.” Mr. Stratton went back to his office. The import of the letterworried him not a little. ’ \ v - “I don't understand it at all,” he re- peated. “ Mr. Ward ‘made no will. This must be a put-up job. At any rate-I’ll show this [Jackson that I am not afraid of this bugbe‘ar he holds up. I’ll pay no attention whatever.” * Shortly afterthe millionaire left the office and walked homeward. ‘When he entered the preence of his sister he had it on his mind to speak of the letter, and. permit her to read it and pass judgment. ’ r Of a sudden he remembered that the note expressly warned him against speaking on the subject to any of his relatives. ' Why this caution? 1 Thoughts of the will were uppermost in the part- ner’s mind, and he did not show the com- ' munication to his sister. I After supper’Mr. Stratton repaired to his office once more, Twhen the chief clerk placed a second 'letter in his hand. One glance {at the superscription caused Stratton to start and hurry with- in hisown private room. He recognized the phirography.- ‘ " Henry Jackson again.” hemu-ttered as he sank into a chair and tore' open the envelope with nervous haste, , "Mr. Straitonz‘ Remember the hoh‘r; eleven P. M., and the number, 16 Blank street. 1 You must not, fail.” To this there was no signature, but} the same hand indited it that wrote the other; this was evident. _ i “ The fellow;is certainlyweryanxious," imuttered Stratton. ,"I had ,about made up my mind not to go. but perhaps it would be best. I confess that I am cu—* rious to now what: the fellow wants. Upon the. whole. I think I will visit Now, to return to our friends en Blank street. ‘ - * j < When Tom ll‘u-nnel, who had resumed his disguise, opened the outer door, ‘a- man stepped at once into the “hall. , “ Thistway.“ : , ' r " ' " led the‘way'. to, a side as burning. I ' Tom _ Tunnel . o s-. ~ : “3.1.,tjd9Wn." ' v ». . i l I v s a ters from strangers, he thought nothing‘ Blank street at eleven. ,1 shall go aimed“ ' and ready to thwart any villany. - “ ‘ would pass through her frame. Jim sank into a chair. The detective did likewise, and fixed his keen glance on the masked. face be- fore him. A ‘ Both men were in mask. Jim seemed ill at case. i l What does this mean?” he demand- ed, sharply. “I expected to meet Jones. not send for me? “ I “You will s‘ee him presently; mean— time, I will endeavor to entertain you.” “ Who are' you? ” . “ Wait." Tom sprang to his leet, and uttered a low whistle. Instantly several men filed into the room, and surrounded the two. At their head was the odd-looking Hiram Stiles, the tramp. " 1 Jim came to his feet, trembling like a eaf. « Evidently he was fully aware that he had run into‘a trap. His hand fell to the butt of a revolveryand his keen eyes glanced toward the deer. Two men stood there With their backs against it, and a feeling of despair en- tered the heart of Jim. » ' “Pard, the game’s played," remarked Tom, complacently. Did he CHAPTER. XXXVI. THE crowns STRIKES! ‘A STARTLING sunrmssx , “Betrayed!” and with the word Jim raised his pistol, the muzzle against his own temple! , . Quick as Was the movement, it was not soon enough to accomplish the pur- pose of the bathed villain, for Tom, on guard, seized and wrenched the weapon from the desperate man’s hand, just as his finger pressed. the trigger. A sharp report followed, but the bulls was imbedded in the wall, harming no one. Like' a] tiger at bay, the" masked vii-l lain glared about on the faces surround.- ‘ inz him. “Pard,'the game is up!” repeated Tunnel. “ The man you hired to drive the dagger to the heart of Harry Ward \ .is even now in prison, .where you soon will be. I have proof enough to convict you of the crime." , - , ' "“ Who are you? ” again asked Jim. The detective removed his mask. “ Tom Tunnel! " , “And now no doubt those present would be glad toknow who. you are,” added Hiram Stiles, stepping quickly« to the side of the astounded im. .“Holdl”; , - , \ The cry and remonstrance came late. . ‘, , . Mask and wig were torn, from; the head and face of the villain, revealing one whom but two present expected to- see. l . ‘ , ‘ , ' 1An exclamation fell from the lips of a 1. ~ ., ‘ » ‘ Before them stood “Jim” on Jim no more, but——, . A ‘t‘ Grace Stratton!” 2 masked—— “Aye!” answered Stiles, as thelvwo- 'i man shrank back, her face blanched, to the hue of death. “I have known for a. 'long time who was masquerading under the name of Jim. I unmasked her one night; and learned to my horror that Grace‘Stratton was axi‘base Splatter, if not a murderess.’: - . No one offered to interrupt the er. and he proceeded: " “For weeks i have dogged ‘the steps speak- ‘ «a! of three persons in Ishpeming, myselfi , ,hidden under various disguises. ‘I have. ; , listened, in all sorts of places. until 1*" learned the wholeparticulars of a'.deep- ,- laid, diabolical plot, formed ,for. he ruin of one family, for the purpose build-'- ing up another? -- v At this stage "in quite“ overcome, Sank into the chair, but. kept her" eyes" riveted, as “thOugh fasci;.;~ hated, on theface etiilram Stiles. .s * ' Occasionally a , convulsive ‘shudder.’ " Proceed," 6rdercd’ Tunnel.» X , “I willgo back to the; nightfon. thg \ too,’ ‘the proceedings Graders? \KH’: v- I l z ‘ .iv.q 1 :~.\ -7. q: I 2,‘\ ‘ u. < 4" a e 4 ~ .“5 ummHJnAHaAudaddui-Nd'u it-H-l cm ADJ A” ., - :-.\.'/ ,.._V. , ,qu .,) ; .i'fyhv;w; _,.5 The Detective in “ Mask. “ On that night the atrocious plot culminated. During the day William Armor and Mr. Ward quarreled. That evening, while the mine-owner stood by the: rail, smok- ing, Will came to him; and attempted to mollify the old man. It did not work. Hot words followed, and Will rushed n away. ' “A few moments later a man ap- 1. proached. The millionaire thought it ' was Will. ‘Old man,’ said the fellow, ‘1 said that you would repent of your in- sults; take that!’ With the words he plunged a dagger into Ward's breast, and, seizing him, flung him over the rail. “Ward cried out, ‘Will, Will, don't kill me!’ The cry came too late, and Ward went to his doom, believing that Will Armor had slain him." Considerable sensation was manifested was the narrator came to a pause, the gaze of that piercing single eye upon Grace Stratton. He then proceeded: “Nevertheless Will was innocent. The man'whd did the deed was Mike Jones, the hired tool of Grace Stratton, \ who cowers yonder.’ ., ? “It—it is false!" stammered the wo- - man. 1—" > s ’1 " Stop! Wait until I am through, ' wretched woman! Then I will listen to your defense, if you have one to make. I have shadowed Jones, the masked Jim, and Charles Stratton, for weeks. When the three little suspected it I have been at’ their very elbows, listening. The plot was this, and the most of it i was concocted by the brai of that wo- ‘i man: To remove Ward an have Strat- ‘ ton marry his daughter, when the whole of the Ward millions would come into possession of the Strattons. It was a ., cunningly' devised plot.‘ Mike "Jones I " took passage from Detroit on the boat " with Ward and his'daughter, his pur- - ‘ p pose being to murder the mine-owner, - and consign his body to the, lake, and : Stratton-e-brother and sister—were to ' ‘ reward him for the deed! ” ' ".Again I say your story, is false.” l‘ “0n the contrary, it is true, and I have the evidence. Your plot has failed, Grace Stratton. Jones is in prison and i “ your brother is now in the. hands of ‘ omcers!" Stiles stamped his foot loudly. At once two men entered, one of them the redoubtable Gallagher“ leading, be- t ,. tween them Charles Stratton. in ironS. ‘ “My soul! this is terrible!” moaned ’ Grace, as she looked into the pailid face of her brother. ' . “ This is an outrage! " ,1 " Calm yourself. my dear '3‘ vumed ,Stiles. “ Your plot to ruin Will- " :ia ' Armor and win a fortune for your- . self has toiled. The prison walls will . close about you‘ and your demon sister.” “Bah!” ' . , A cold sneer .curled the lip' of the a i: mine-owner. " You cannot sneer it dowu; “I have , hunted you to your doom. Look! ” - ' The tramp detective removed the black :13th of May,” resumed Stiles. naturally: «I: V" grated Stratton. patchzlthen he cast aside his disguise. and .st'ood revealed in his own proper r' . lperson. More, than one exclamation filled the a" room. Even Tom Tunnel would have .3}; been astounded but for his fore-knowl- ’ edge. , ' ’ ‘ Li ‘ “Harry Ward! i ' units deadi", , HGrace Stratton fell to the: floor in a ;t ‘ dead‘swoon. " * It ’ 1: 2a _ at a H "_ Yes, the lake had given up its dead. and the trail of' the millionaire mau- h'unter was at an 'end. Grace and Charles Stratton were thrown into pris- on, and William Armor was free to show rhimself once more. ’ ‘ The story of the Mysterious Detective . can be told ln'a few words. 3 The wound inflicted by the knife of .«Jones was a mere trifle, the blade hav- ing glanced on the breast-bone. 1:fglllld‘one of the floats‘thi‘own onth e t . 3. s .e‘ r The lake hath given ‘ i fellow," , ' to it until picked up ten hours later by a passing schooner. A desire to secure the punishment of his assassin induced him to conceal his identity under an as- sumed name. He was landed at Sag- inaw, and from there made his way back to the copper regions in disguise. He believed that William Armor was guilty of attempting his life, but of this he was not positive, and so he resolved to play the detective and make sure of his premises. In his heart he liked Will, although a foolish pride had pre~ vented his acknowledging it. The result of his secret investigations soon let new light upon his brain. He found a new trail, that led to the very heart of his own household, with the re- sult already noted. Grace Stratton, broken in spirit, made a. full confession, implicating Jones and herself, but“ exonerating her brother, who, she asserted, was not in the plot. The man who carried the poison to Ar- nold’s, pretending to be the doctor’s messenger, was Grace Stratton, in dis- guise, as the reader had no doubt guessed. The Chicago Crook and his fair em— -ployer were both convicted, and sen- tenced to twonty years each in Jackson prison. The latter, however, never left the upper peninsula. She died of a. fever shortly after her incarceration. As for Charles Stratton. he was tried and acquitted, but a black suspicion hung over him, and he left the country, never to return, broken in purse and spirit. Mr. Ward concluded that Will pos- sessed true manly worth, and, after his wonderful experience, concluded that Will should take the place vacated by Stratton, and as his son-in-law. . As to the golden harpoon, it was stolen from Will, as he had. asserted, and it wasthe thief’s body, recovered from the water, that has played the part of Harry Ward’s corpse in this story. How the man came to drown no. one could say. Doubtless in his dying struggles he tore the pin from his own breast. . ' As might be conjectured, Mr. Ward handsomely rewarded Tom Tunnel for his faithful efforts, although he very naturally credited himself with having performed as important a part in the great case as Tunnel, while carrying out his role of ' . ‘ ‘ ‘ “'A Detective in Mask! ” THE END. Nnx'r. 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(lid Powdervface 94 Mldnlghi Jack: or,’l‘l.c Boy Trumvrr. 10“ 0M Frill-ty, the Guide; or, The White Queen. 123 Klowa Charley the White .‘luslungel’. 1859 Judge Lynch Jra or. The H» r Vigilante. 155 Gold Trig er, the S url; or. Tim Hui Avenger. 169 Tornado om: or, "jun Jack From llrll Core. 188 Ned Temple, the Border lioy: or. The Mad Hunter. 1923 Arkunuuw : or. The Quail oi Fate's Revenge. 90? Navajo vak. the Rev Gold Hunter. ' 215 Captain Bullet : nr, Little Toulmol‘l- Crusade. ‘ 23] l'lucky l’llil: or. Run, the Re I .jeubcl, 24! “Ill Bravo: or, The lit-"Kilo of the Rockies. 255 Captain Apollo, Inc King-Pin i-f Bowl». '87 The Buck-kin Deli-pike: or. The King of Rood-"onus. 279 "Id \TInch; or, The buckskin llnyerndoen. 294 I) 'nnmlle "an; or, The Bowl: blade of Gotham 802 'l‘ e Mouninin Deter-1h e: or. The Trigger Ber Bully..- 310 ("I Eollple. Trump Card of Aria-nil. . 326 The Ten Paul-l or, The "lower of Take-Nod“. 836 Ill; Ben-on: or, The Queen ni illr law. 845 I’ll..ch “It'd 0', Red Thnmlprhnil‘l Secret. "" '56 (‘ool Sam and l’nrvlt Or The Terrible Six. 3‘3 Velvet Foot. the lndirm Drlr(ll\‘0. ,_ 8km Cam-In ('ntlsuc or,'|br s cruneer’oGlrl Foo. - I... '96 Rough Rob or. The Irvin Champions of Blue Blues. .‘ 4" The illlken mm: or, The Rose c Ranch Robin. 413 Fell! Fox. the Boy Spoiler: or, The Gold Gang of New York. l 425 Texu‘Tru-p. the Border Rattler. . 7 486 I’ll] Flo-h. the New York Fox: or.Tho lily-wry ofRoorn ill... “5 The City Vampires: or, Red Rolfe. Pix-on. 481 "no A list Filly: or, The Lul Mn of Keno Bar. 410 The oy Shadow: or, Full: Fox's Hunt. 2 4;? The Excelsior sport: or. The Washington Spawn. ‘ 4 9 iii-[Io 8| it. the One-Eyed Sport. .Il. 50. Branded on. the Night Ferret. SI. dodger Dick. the Wharf-‘53»; Detective. 52] l lodge-r Diek’n Rent Bod"; or, The Gotham Gold Gm... 528 "u and Fnleol. th' 50"") Sh‘hfl- ' 588 - “at the Dock Ferret. 548 ‘ _ ok I Double: or, The Rival Boy Dot-elves. 558 -. Dick's Desperate Case. 508 lift. the Boy Vidqu or, The (in: of Three. ‘78 ' l‘le we lb. Cow-t or, Dodger Dick’s Stop Game. “I Heifer Dick’s Drops or, Tin Mus m Joruy. .m e L... the Street-Singer Detective. lld Elli-nor, the Gold Shark: or Tony Sharp on Guard. no The Chnnplol Perle; «Tin Ludhrofwnv no. luck "on... 0 Dock y Detective. ' Hill: the Pave-rut Sharp. i Q Bil 1 Bali... the lav Dongle. ‘71 Jone, Jed. the Bar Hustler: or. Shadowing the Mae, ‘8‘ floppy II. in the Boy Mullflln Detective. 7.1 Phobia PM. the Cum-re Sh-r . no wu. nu. Len, m Qu-kncny r’omi. , ’8. “I! Dell t5. hvemmpmcilve: or, Tamil-(hallo... no mu: WlIliI, m a.“ Boy mum... ll: 3"" {'33: ‘i‘. “swam? c... ‘ ‘ O o y on nor : or, I. 78. 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Deadwood Dick Novels. Dlek, the Prince or the Road. Dlek‘n Deilance; or, Double Dagger!- 1",iI(‘ii Iln “I'm-gain“! or, Bunk). Ben. c' n n ‘a-t e. Diek'n Bonanza: or, The Phantom Mlnsr. Dick in Danger; or, Urn-nu Oil. Dick‘s Eagles; or, The Yards oi Fluod Bar. Dick on Deck: nr. Cuimnity J me. the Horoinc Lia-t or. Corduroy Charlis. c n ma \ c. {Hefn- Df; Itce, ; 'or, The Double Cross Sign. c ‘ an e cet \‘e. Dick‘u Double: or. The Gnrgon's Gulch Ghoct. Dick‘n lion-c Dane; or, Blonds Bill. Dick‘u lilg Strike or, A Game of Gold. Dick oi' Dcadwoo x or The Picked Partv. Dick‘s: Dream: or The itivnls oiths Ron . lDli-k’n “ ard: or, The Bitch Hlli’r Joscboi. I'D’oonil tl’or. ICalamity Juno‘s Advcntnrc. c ' In em (a . Dick’a Death-Plant. Dick. A i’mmanrc of Rough: and Toughl. Dick’e Divider} or, The Spirit of Swnmp Lake. Dick’s Death ‘rali. er-k’n Deal; or, The Gold Brick 0! Oregon. Dick‘s Dozen: or, The Fnklr oil‘hnntom Flats Dick’n Dncatax or, Days in the Difgings. I'DI'eli’Sfiultc‘ucc-dt on'l‘no anriblc 'sndstte. c ' a a m. chk In Dead Pity. DIek'n Diamonds. Dick In New York: or, A “Cut. Case." DIck’I Duat; or, The Chnlnod Hand. iDlek, Jr.; or, The Crimson Cveaccnt Sign. Dick, Jr.'-, Defiance. Die , Jr.’n Poll "and. Jr.’n, Dig Round-17p. DIc _ Jr.’n ,liacket at Claim 10. Dick, Jrfiat Corral; or, Bowman Bill. DIck,"Jr.’n, Dog Detective, ‘ Die , Jr., In Deadwood. Dick, Jr.’c, Compact. Dick Jr.’I. Inheritance. Dick, Jr.,’n DI Iugn. Dick, Jr. I, De veranoe. Jr.;u 'Flrotegee. c . r. r. tree. Dick, Jr.'-, Danger Duckl. Die . Jr.’l, Death llunt. Dick, r., in l‘exau. Dick, Jr., the Wild West Vidoq Dick, Jr., on III- Mcttle. Dick, Jr., Iu otham. IDIe Jr., in Bolton. Dick, Jr., In Philadelphia. c . r.. on . chk. an. In Denver. Dick. Jr.’s, Decree. Dick Jr., in Beelnebuh’a Benin. Dick, Jr}, at Cone Island. c , Jr. I, Leadvi 1e Lay. Dick, Jr.. in Detroit. Dick, Jr. in Cincinnati. Dick. Jr., in Nevada. Dick, Jr., In No Mau’a Land. Dick, Jr., Alter the Queer. Dick Jr.. in Duil’aio. Diek, J ran, Chane Across the Continent ck, Jr., Among the qugglera. Jr.'s luauranceO Jr., Back In the Mince. Jr., to Dnrangot or;“Gatherd In." J r.’u Discovery; of, Found s Fort-u. Jr.’s. Dal-lo. « - Jr.’n. Dollarl. ' m k gr... at'IDanger Divide. c . r. a, rop. Dick, Jr., at Jack-Pot. Dick Jr? in Ran Francine. Dick, Jr. I Still "not. Dick, Jr.’n Dominoes. Dick, Jr.’-, lDingaII-e. Dick. Jr.’n, Double Deal. Jr.”n. Deathwatch. t' , Jr. 1-, Dick, Jr.’l, Dick, .Dr.’l, Dick, Jr.’n, iaa . Dick, Jr.’a Defeat. Dick, Jr.’-, ienurreetion. Bit-Iii. grin" Dnardk Dayn. c r., e c . Dick, Jr.'u, Double Device. Dick, Jr’.s. Denperate Venture. ‘l Dick, Jr.'u, Diamond Dice. Dick Jr.’a, lioyal Fla-h. Blot. Jr),- “radial. Dith 3:252 B'do‘hi. Dick, Jr.'I, Scoop. Jr.’-, l'rox . Jr.'II, Clutc Jr.’n, III h liar-e. Jr., at 1 evil’a Gulch. .1 r.’-, Death-Hole ilnatl. Jr.’- Bomh-hcl . Jr.. In Mexico. Jr’a Decoy Duck. Jr. In Silver Pocket. Jr.’s, Dcnd-Sure'Ga-e. Jr.’n, Double Drive. Jr.’a. Trade-Mark. Jr., at Tig- on. Jr.’n Don le-Deeker.' Jr., at Dollarvillc. Jr.. at Flat-h Flatl. Dick. Jr.'-, fihake-np. Dick. Jr.‘p, Double 1 rop. Dick, Jr.’a, Bight Bower. Dick, Jr.’n, Tcn-Htrike. Iniri‘kzilrgnbfltolld-Dust. i' ', r. I, D» , Dick, Jr.'n, Death-Doom. 5" *F r ~. — v .- =— 6—— 3" . IIY WILLIAM R. EYRTER. 90 10 I-‘aro Fran 1 2 3143 The Iluntle‘r Bo Dandy Darke; or. Tho Tigers oi High Pine. k: or. Dandy Duke's (in-Down Yard! lie-Catcher. 88 Poker l’ete’n D able Dodge, :51 The Tie-T o S ort ; or, High- Bustling at Sinnsn' not. 88 Monte Saul, t re s 901 Diamond 1 port. Do we, the Gilt-Edge Shooter, ‘ h 919 Crack-Shot Daily’s Drop, :81 The Sfiort in Velvet: or.,Bir Burk’s Blair. .' :5 Billy ird‘II Bonanza; or ‘hs Rook-Runs' Root-Ont. '5. . 9 OFIIp-Fla Fred at llard i’an 'j’ 969 The Gir Sport-Shadow"; or, Clark’s Classmvc. other Novel: by E. L. “'heeler. 80 Rosebud Rain; or, Nugget Ned, the Knight. 84 lio-ebnd Rob on “and; ur, idyl, thc (-‘irl Miner. 88 lids-chm] Iioh‘a liearpenrunce; or, Photograph Phil. 121 Rosebud lioh‘n t‘ha lcuge; or, Cmnanmn (‘h 277 Denver Doll. the Dctcrtix'e Queen: or, The Ynnkee‘s Surround 23" Denver Doll'n Victory; ur. Shul‘ and Croubnnel. 2H5 Denver Doll‘a Decoy 3 or. Little Hill’u Bonanxa. 296 Denver Doll’n DrIi't ' cr. The Road Queen. 865 Yrcka .llnI. the iiol’d-twthe ~cr: or, Thu Life Lottsry. 372 Yreka Jlm’n l’rize; or, ’l l..- \\ aims of Wake-Up. 885 Yrei.a Jiln'u Joker; or, The Rivals of Red Nuc. 3K9 Y rekn Jim”! New inlet or, Bicycle Bcn. 894 Yreka Jim oi‘ Yuba Dam. 209 Fritz. the Round—iin Detective; or, Dot Lucile Game. 218 Fritz to the. Front 3 or, The Ventriloqulut Hunter. 244 Sierra haul, ih. Frontier Fern-t; or, A Sister‘s Devotion. 249 Sierra flann- Hccret; or, The Iilomiv Footprint; 258 Sierra Sam’s l‘ard: or. Thu Anch oi Big Vista. 258 Sierra Sam‘- Heveu or,Tim Stolen Bride. 1584 Kangaroo Kit; or. T m Mysterious Miner. '89 Kan aroo Kit’n Racket; or, The Pride of Played-Ont. 89 Dcat I-Faee, Detective; or, Lit» in New York. 69 The Do ' Detective; or, Gold itiiic, the Simrpshootcr. 96 \1'uich- lye the Dctel‘ilw: or, Anha and Augcll. 117 Gilt-Edged Dick. the SK.“ Detective 14.5 Captain Ferret. the 16! New York Ncll, the Boy—Girl Detective. 226 The Arab Detective; or, Snomer, ths Boy Slurp. 291 Turk the Boy Ferret. 825 Kelley, liickev .k (10.. the Detectives of Philadelphia. 843 Manhattan Mike, the Bowery Detective. 400 “'rillklen, the Nixht»“'ntch Detective. 416 High Ilat Harry. the than iiall Detective. 6 am Nab-Idea. 1hr Beggar-Boy Detective. ‘84 Jim Beak and Pill. Private Detectivu. 26 'loyen Ilooi', the Buffalo Demon; or, The Border Vultuna. 8’ 1 0D Woolf: “1‘, The (Girl Dead-Shot. 45 Old Avalanche: or, Wii-i Edna, the Girl Brignnd. 58 Jim Bludnoe. Jr., the ion Plienix. 61 linckhorn Bill: or, The Red ltiflg Team. ' 92 (inngqla (that: or, OI. Annmndn in Sitting Bull’l Camp. 118 Jack "0er the Young Sneculntor. 12h Bonanza Bill, Miner; or Madam Mystcry, tho Forgcr. 133 Bonn "oh the King of Bootblnckl. 141 Solid Sam, the llm Road-Afloat. or, The Branded Brows. 177 Nobb Nick of Nevada: or. The Sierras Smmpc. 181 “'ild1“rank the Buckskin Bravo; or. Lady Lily’s Love. 2116 Apollo Bill, the Trail Tornado; or, Rowdy Kate. I40 Cyclone Kit, the Young Gladiator; or. The Locked Valley. 278 Jumbo Joe, the lioy Patrol: or. The Riv-l Heirs. .99 A No. 1, the Duhln Toll-Taker. 808 ’lea Jane, thc Qir Miner; or. the lvon-Ncrvcd Sport. 380 Little nick-Shot; or ’l'hs Dead Face of Dnggcrsviflo. 858 FIrat-C an Fred, the (lent irom Go her. 379 Naboh Ned t or. The Secret oiSlnh C ty. . 38. (Fool Kit, the King of Kitil; or, A Villain’l Vengeance. 488 Santa Fe fial, the Sluhev; or. A Son's Vengeance. “6 Sealakin Earn. the Sparklar; or The Tribunal of Ten. 918 Kit Keith. t a RavenueSpottcr. 922 So! Hharpe. the New York NIght-llawk. 948 (Did llay-eed Among Bunco Men.» ‘ BY J. O. OIDWDRIOK. .60 Silver-M aak the Lian oi Mystery; or, The Golden Kayo. Mn flhanta, the hold King; or, ForSovcn rm. . 420 The Detective’n A prenticet or, A Boy Without s Kano. ‘M Cihuta John; or. od-Hot Tau-s at Ante Bar. ‘89 Sandy Sam. the Strut Scout. 467 DIch Dan. the Dnisy Dude. 506 Iiedlifllt Ralph th- Prince of the Bond. 524 The .nglneer Detective; or, Rodiight Ralph's Regal" 548 Mari, the Night Exams" Detective. 571 Air-Line Luke t a Young Enginecl; or The Double Cu. 59. The Boy Pinkerton; or, Runnin the Bands Out. 615 Fighting llarr the Chirt‘ of C Iined Cyclone. 640 Bareback Bet , the Centaur of the Circle. 647 T pewriter Tilly. the Memhnni’l Wnrd. 659 . oonllght Morgan the" Pinncst"MIn oi Ania Bar. 887 Battery lion. the Dock Detective. 894 Arizona Dick‘s “I e-iDut. 900 Jumping Jack'n nbllee. 006 Safety Flam; the Cycle Sport. 912 Train Boy TrI-t’a llot Hustle, 918 The Trump Dock-Dov. 924 mu nom- Bob, the FIre-Laddie. 980 “Inner Ralph. the Boy Spotter. 96"; The Ex-Ncw-hoy Detective'n Churn. 941 The Bowling Green Dctcetlve’a Drop. 944 Cowboy ()harlie’n Double. 917 The Bowery “' rc-tler: or, The Butcher-ch's Backer. 953 l’nddv’n Trump (‘nrdg or, Silver Sallie, the Girl Sport. D The roadway Sport; or, Fiver Fred’s Cisnr CI... 967 .1000 Reward; or, The Rival Rvporterl' Sleek SCOOP- Bantam Billy, the Corker-Ferret. l’lucky Pat, the Street-Boy Detective. 'cw York Dnmtivo. ‘90 Broadway Billy. the Bootblnck Bravo. 614 Broadway Billy’n Doodle; or, Cloning sStrnnm Cnso. 586 Broadway Billy’n ‘Diiilkilty." 557 Broadway Billy'a Death Racket. 579 Broadway Dilly’n Surprine Party. 605 Broadway Dilly; or,’l‘he BoyDetectiva'sfllglnninr. «an Broadway lillly’n Dead Act: or, The Les cOIchsn. 669 Broadway Billy Abroad; or,The Boothsc in Frisco. 675 Broad way Billy’n Bent: or,Beating San Francisco'sFlnut. 687' Broadway Billy In Clover. 696 Broadway Dilly ln Texan; or, The Rivsr Rustlers. 708 Broadway Billy’s Brand. Billy at. Fania Fe; or, The Clever Deal. liilly’n Full "and: 0?, Ths Gnmin Dotsctivc. liilly’a Buninenn. Billy’n (‘urloun Gale. Billy In Denver. llllly’n Bargain: or, The Throc Detoctlvc. Billy: the Rctricvcr Detective. Dilly A Shadow Chane. Billy's Beagle-3 or The Trio's Quest. Billy’a Team: or, The Cnmhlnc’s Big Pull- lillly’n Brigade: or, The Dead Alivc. Hliy’a Queer Bequest. Dilly liailled. - lillly’n iii ual Scoop. Billy’n “'pre (Dut. liilly’n Dank Racket. », 1':Illly’nAIllllfl'. J Th ll y mon eraey aga- "i 1)"! liaitf. Bl ly'n Blg Boom. Billy": Big Bal e. iiilly’n rim 0 0 Snap. Dilly'n lIn t or. Ths Bootblack Stowaway. Billy in London. Billy Shadows London llama. 874 Broadway Billy’s French Game. 880 Broadway Billy and the Bomb-Throwere. BY WI. PERRY BROWN. 956 Brooklyn Boh’a Bulge; or, Dodger Dot'l Diamond sup. 968 The Rant-Side Splatter: or, Turning Down ths Big Thu. 974 Old Sant’n Dark ea]; or, Miner Mnt'l lrun Grip.) 711 Broadway 7 Bro dway Bro dway Broadway Broadway Broadway Broadway 775 Broadway 788 Broadway 796 Broadway iroadway 1 road way Broadway Broadway Broadway 816 Broadway 8 I Broadway ill 6 roadway ~88 lroadway 889 Broadway 844 Broadway at» Broadway 8 6 Broadway 862 Broadway 868 Broadway 1 B U FFALD BILL N 0V1“. LS. BY COL. PRENTISS INGRAHAM. 981 Buffalo Bill's Fightin Five. 075 Bull’an lilll'a lililefi [(Dtl. A 96“ Bull'qu Bill's kin-h Ride: or, Sure-Shot,the High-Fly". 964 linii'nlo Bill'n Decoy ; or, The Arixona Crack Shot. 95h Bufl'alo liill'n anep m-(‘haae. 948 Bull'an lilll'a Snap N’ not ; vr. Wild Kid’s Texan Tally 942 Buffalo lilll’u To Tunic. 936 Bnii'nlo Bill'n Boy A aucot; ur, Joe Jsrvis’ Hold~llp. 929 Buifalo lilll‘n (‘ruck-nhot l’ard. 650 Buffalo lilll‘a Boy 1’ard; nr, Butterfly Billy. 216 “Iron iiill. the Prince 0! the Reina. .22 Blaon lilll'a Clue; or. Grit, the Bravo Sport. BY BUFFALO BILL. 8 Kan-an King: or, The Red Ri ht Hand. 19 The Phantom S y: or,The ’ilot oithe l’rnirio. 55 Deadly-Eye. the Unknown Scout, or, The Banded Brotherhood 68 Border Robin Hood; or,’l‘hc Prairie Rover. 158 Fancy Frank of Colorado: or. The Trsppcr’s Trui. BY CAPT. ALFRED l3. TAYLOR, 11. LA. Bairan Billy, the Boy Builwhncker. Buifalo "ill l 1101.! of. The Gambler Guido. 191 194 BY OiDLiDNEL PIKENTISB INGliAIlAl- 982 New York Nat’s Drop: or, Ex-Fcrret Sykcs' Bold Cl- 926 New York Nut and t ae 'l'raltor Ferret. 920 New York Nat Trapped. 914 New York Nat‘n Three of a Kind. 903 New York Nat’n Double. 902 New York Nal'n in Colorado. 896 New York Nat In Gold Nugget Camp. 8H9 New 1 ork Nat’n Deadly Deal. 888 New York Nat'a Brook-Chane. 877 New York Nat’a Trump (‘ard. 871 New York Nut and the Grave Ghouls. 865'» New York Nat’n Masked Malcot. 859 New York Nat. the Garnin Detective. 8153 Dick Doom’n Kidnapper Knock-out. 847 Dick Doom’n Ten Strike. 842 Dick Doom’l Flu-h "and. 772 Dick Doom’n "quill-Grip; or. Tho Dctcctivs by Dccthy. 7?? Dick Doom’n Dé'rtiuy; or, The Rlvor Blackloc’u Tom. ,1 7R4 Dick Doom: or. [he Shnrps and Sharks at New York. 789 Dick Doom In Boston; or, A Man oihlsny Huh. 79B Dick Doom in i‘hlcago. 798 Dick Doom In the “'Ild “'elt. 8011 Dick Doom'a Clean Sweep: or, Fivs Links in s Clue. 808 Dick Doom’n Death Clue. 818 Dick Doom’n Diamond Deal. 819 Dick Doom’n Girl Mascot. 829 chk Doom’n Shadow Hunt. 885 Dick Duuln'a Big Ilaul. 749 'Danltlllg i'harlie: or The Kentucky Tcndcrfoot’l Fint'l‘rail. 756 Dal-hing (‘harlie’n Dentiny: or,ch chcgado'c Csptiva. 760 Dar-hing (‘harlie‘l l’awnce 766 Danhia Charlie, the Rescuer. 49-: um. Timon King at the cowboyn. \ 737 Buck Taylor, the Comanche's CI tlvs. \ 748 Back Ta lor’n Boy-x nr.'I'he 19.: Ridsrcoiths Rio Ora-dc. 560 Pawnee II“, ths Prairie Shadowcr. 718 Pawnee Bill; or, Carl, the Mud Cowboy. 719 Pawnee Bill’n 1 ledge; or,’l'hc Cowboy'IDoom. 725 Pawnee Dillt “I’. Dlrlnl Dick- 692 lledfern'a (‘urioua Cane: oI,Tiu RivalShnrps. 691 Itedi’ern at De vil’n llaneh or,Thc Sharp hon: Total. 702 Redi‘ern’s High "and; or in” ct. 707 Redraw. Lani Trail: onh‘hs Rod Somth And Fifty Othera. BY T. J. FLANAGAN. 909 Midnhipmnn Dare, the Pirate Catcher. 925 The 1 oun Cowboy Captain. 988 The Two . ld-hlpmen; or, The Cornir-Chsur’s First l’ard. (.ruiu. Th Three Lieutenant. Th: Mal-cot Mlddy ; or. The Four Commanders. 966 Fighting Jack Ehuhriek. 978 Fighting Jack’s Middle" or; Dandy Dick’s Dull. BY LIEUT. A. K. 3111!. $89 Tom-Oat and Pan" or.1'he Dead Set at Silver City. 622 Tom-Cat's ’l‘riad: or. The Aiinir nt Tombstone. 331 Tom (iat’n Terrible Tank; or The Cowho Detoctivc. 688 Tom-(‘at’n Triumph or. Blsck Dan's Gr at mhinc. i 546 Captain Cactun the hnpurnl (Wk; or. Josh’l 'I‘sn Births 568 The Dandy of Dodge; or. Rustling for Millions. 576 The Sliver Eport; or. Josh Pcnpcnnlnt’l Jubilee. 583 Fail'ron flol, thr Man With a Shadow 601 llapp ' llaua, the Dutch Vidncq; or, Hot'i'imcsat Round-Up 611 Blldad Barnacle, the Detective Horculu. 646 (‘owho “Id, the Futile-Range Detective. 057 “’arblrug “ illlam the Mountain Mountabnnk. 665 Jolly Jeremiah, the Plainl Detective. 676 fllgnnl Sam, the Lookout Scout. 6R9 Billy the Gyp-y Spy: nr,’I'he M stor oi'l'wo less. 099 Simple Him, the annrho Bu-tvr: or. For ig Stakss. 712 The Mc~merivnt Sport: or, The Mystiled Dctcsiivc. 783 Toltec '1‘"!!, 1h? .‘iflti Prnnpecinr. 745 Kantian Jim. the (irons-Cut Detective. 761 Marmaduke, the Mustang" Detective. 776 The liu-tlcr of Rolling Stone. 785 Lone "and Joe, the Committee oiOnI. 801 Kent Kirby, the High—Kicker irom Killhnck. 882 The Doctor Dcte etive in Texan. 872 Two Showmcn IDctectiven in Colorado. 987 The 'l‘exan Firebrandt 0?. Bram Billy’s Snsp.§hot 961 The Tramp‘n Trump-Trick. NEW ISSUES. 988 Bulfan Bill’s III-Io Throwers; or, Shadow Sun'. Shun. Stop. By Col. i’. lngmlmm. 989 Bicycle Bob’s llot Scorch; or, Shaking Up the Street- Steerrrl. lly J. C. COthrle. 990 Sheriflliuntway, of Montana; or, Steel. Sharp N... her One. By Ed. A. Wiriu. 991 Two nude. from Doomed Camp; on“. Ono-Armed Boss of Shakedown. By T. C. Hub-ugh. JUST ISSUED. 983 Ba'nty Dilly”! Bonanza) 01'. Th6 Belf-TAmer’l bimbo, Bv “'m. it. Enter. 984 Sealer Sam. Detective, ofllook and Ladder ‘1 0": Searching the Silerpy Fire-hug, B‘.’ Harold Pavno. 985 gideon’n Band; or, Jolly Jack in hlexico. By W. J. Hum- ton. 986 Deadwood Dick Jr.’a, Belt Card. B E. L. Whaler. 987 final, the \Vhalzf-ratl 0?: Th0 Dvloctirsyi BHML N ’0 aroo. A New lune Every Tuesday. The Half-Dl-e Libra!” " ’0' “‘0 '7 I“ M“. ssnapcrcopynrsouuymafluwfloulxunuml , BEADLE AID ADAII, Pail!“ .9. William “rad, low York. \ i. BEADLE’SrDI MBEBRARY. Published Every W'ednesday. Each Issue Complete and Sold at the Uniform Price of Ten Cents. N0 Double Numbers. BY JOSEPH E. BADGER. JR. 370 High-Water Mark; or. Silver-Tip Sid. .862 ltiata Bob, the Ran e Chain ion. '85.? The C -whov Chief s‘Sure-S ot. The Rival Red-Hat Sports; 8&7 Curly Kid. the Cheyenne Sport. 821 The Soft Hand Detv ctive. .81?) The Soft Hand‘s Clutch. 809 Dan Dunn, the Soft-Hand Sport. 796 The Frisco lh-tt-ctlve‘s Thug-Tangle. 789 Sam Cary. the River Sp ,rt. 780 The Dead Sport's Double. . 771 Prince. John, Il)eti1\ctive S et'émlé. ' 63 Dand Don. 1 ie )enver e co ive. 354 The Allan from Texas; or. Dangerfield, the Doctor Detective. ‘ 744 Sn'eepstakes Sam, the Silver Sport. 7'20 The Secret Six: 01‘, Old Halcyon. 712 The Man of Silk. 705 Bantam Bol). the Beaut from Butte. 693 Kent KasSon, the l’reac er Sport. 6:33 Bob Bi'eeZe, the Rounder Detective. '75 Steel Surry, the Sport from Sunrise. 668 Solemn Saul's Luck Strc ak. 661 The (let-There Sharp. 651 Silvei‘tip St «vc, the Sky Scraperfrom Siskiyou. 64.") Gopher Gabe, the Unseen Detective. (L36 Dandy Darling. Detective. ' 627 Mosshack Mos», the Mountaineer. 617 The Grip Sack Shari) s Even up. 597 Big Bandy, the Brigadier of Brimstone, Butte, 588 Sandy Sands. the Sharp from Snap City. 576 saver-Tongan! SM: or. Grip Sack Sharp’s sweep, 564 The Grip-Suck Sharp: or. The Seraphs of Sodom. 555 Grip—Sack Sid. the Sample‘Sport. . ‘ O 547 The Buried Detective; or. baul's Six Sensations, 1541 Major Magnet, the Man of Nerve... ' 585 Ilatid.’ Dutch. the Decorator from‘Dead—Lift. 527 Dandy Andy, the Diamond Detective. Gabe Gunn. the Grizzly from Ginseng. 50-1 Solemn Saul. the Sad Ian from San Saba. 49.3 Rattlepate Rob; or, The Roundhead‘s Reprisal. 488 The Thorou hbred Sport. 474 Dadd Den -Ey,e, the Desoot of Dew Drop. 466 Old ugh and Ready, the 58.28 of Sundown. 458 Dutch Dan. the Pilgrim from Spitzenbcrg. 450 The Rustler Detective. ‘ _ .443 A Cool Hang}: Er, Pistol Johnny 5 Picnic. l homa ic '. 2:13 Eguzhim: Leo; or. Sam‘s Dandy Pard. 426 The Ghost Detective: or. The Secret Service Spy. 416 Monte Jim. the Black Sheep of Bismarck. 409 Rob Roy Ranch: or? The Imps of Pan Handle. 9 meless Spo . . 33:33 Aim, the Duke of Derringers. 387 D irk Du . the Ishmael of the Hills. 379 Iiowlinwxdgonathan, the Terror from Headwaters. 372 ()9, mi; Crisp, the Man With a Record. 367 A £0 7: L U! j—A .3. ya] Flusn: 01‘. Dan Brown’s Big Game_ 360 Jumping Jerry, the Gamecock from Sundown. .3355 Storm Steve. the Mad Athlete. 351 Nor‘ est Nick. the Berder Detective. 345 Masked Mark. the Mounted Detective. 3339 Spread Eagle Sam. the Hercules Hide Hunter. 331 Chis Charley. the Gold Nugget soon. . 324 Old legrked Lightning the Solitary. 317 Frank Liglitfoot. the Miner Detective. 302 Faro Saul. the Handsome Hercules, 292 Moke Homer. the Boss Roustabout. 286 Pistol Johnny; or, One Man in a Thousand, 283 Sleek Sam, the Devil of the Mines. ‘ v 257 Death Trap Diggings: or, A Man Way Bacg, 219 Elephant Tom. of Durango. 241 8:11th Saul. King of the Hustlers. 233 The Old Boy of Tombstone. ‘ 201 Pirate of the Pincers: or. Joa uip 9 Death Hunt, 197 Revolver Rob: or, The Belle 0 Nugget Camp. 180 Old ‘49; or. The Amazon of Arizona. 170 Sweet Willing. thelTi-apper Detective. 165 Joaquin. the erri ) . 154 Joaquin, the Saddlefiflng. ‘ R k 141 Eq‘uinox Tt)lll.1‘§llekiil;l§{i:£l¥{eu oc . ‘ theias’al‘ . 1g gagggg‘Joe: or. The 1 azoo Man-Hunters. 105 Dan Brown of Denver; or. The Degectlilve. 88 Big George; or, The Five Outlaw 'rfit erssfi k 71 Captain Cool Blade: or. MisSisstl fined 31‘ . 67 The Boy Jockey: or, Honesty vs. Crook ness. 61 DoublelSight, tiierlgeiat‘l; sSholté ' ' the a ri . i9 the PriIZiiCehgfigheslf‘gzolver. - ' - , the z n ng . _ 3 Bards: or. The Tarters of the Plains. .0 Gospel George: or. Fiery Fred. the Outlaw. 28 Three-Fingered Jack, the Road-Agent. 810 i -E e. the Thug‘s Terror. ?95 1(31516 ight-Hawk, the Crook Shadower. 768 The Prin ‘e of New York Crooks. u 756 Old Burke, the Madison Square Detec vs. 747 Double-voice %an's INSIDIE Disguise. 5 ble~Voice an on cc . $1112 BgableNoica Dan, the Always-on-Deck Detective 696 Double-Voice Dan, the Go-it Alone Detective 689 ThsSparkler Sharp. 676 Hurricane Hal. the Cowboy HotSpur- 669 Old True Blue, the Trusty. ‘4. The Giant S ort; or, Sold to Satan. '56 Old Plug Ugly. the Rough and Ready. 548 Gold Glove Gid the Man of Grit. 641 Aztec Jack, the Desert nomad. 1531 Colonel Cool, the Santa Fe Sharp. “’2 Ca tain Nameless. the Mountain Mystery. 571 Old) Dismal. the Ran e Detective. 545 Hustler Harry, the whey Sport. BY DR. FRANK POWELL. 746 The Dragoon Detective; or, A Man of Destiny 158 The Doomed Dozen. BY COLONEL BELLE SARA. 106 Shamus O'Brien, the Bonld Boy of Glingsl. 87 The Scarlet Captain' or, Prisoner of the Tower. 53 Silver Sun: or. The Mystery of Deadwood City. BY \VILLIAM R. EYS'I‘ER. 867 The Frisco Sport. 852 The Stranger Sport’s Shake-up. 828 Kirk King. the 11am from Kirby. 818 Gentleman Dave, the Dead Game Sport. 783 The King-Pin Tramp. 767 The Sport of Silver Bond. 718 Uncle Bedrock’s Big Bounce. 767 The Rival Rovers. 687 Double Cinch Dan. the Sport With a Charm. 677 Mr. Jacks‘on. the (lent from Jaybird. 659 Gilt-Edge Johnny: or. Roldan and His Rovers. 650 LIICK’ Lester’s .one Hand. 664 Old andcart‘s Big Dump. 622 The All Around Sports. 603 Desert Alf, the Man With the Cougar. 590 (lentlc Jack, the High Roller from Humbug. 578 Seven Shot Steve. the Sport with a Smile. 568 The Dude Detective. 55‘s Hurrah Harry. the High Horse from Halcyon. 549 Belshazzar Brick. the Zailm: of Blue Blazes. 583 Oregon. the Sport With aScar. 5135 Fresh Frank. the Derringer Daisy. 503 The Dude from Denver. 478 Pinnacle Pete; or. The Pool from Way Back. 459 Major Sunshine, the Mali of Three Lives. 429 Hair Trigger Tom of Red Bend. 402 Snapshot Sam; or. The Angels‘ Flat Racket. 396 The Piper Detective; or, The Gilt Edge Gang. 375 Royal Geor e, the Three in One. 356 Three Ham some Sports: or, The Combination. 344 Double Shot Dave 01' the Left Hand. 333 Derringer Dick. the Man with the Drop. 300 A Sport in Spectacles; or. Bad Time at Bunco. 268 Magic Mike. ‘he Man of Frills. ' 2229 Captain Cutsiwve; or, The Little Sport. 214 The Two Cool 841mm; or, Gertie of the Gulch. 192 The Lightning,r . )ort. . - > i 182 Hands Up; or, T 18 Knights of the Canyon. 160 Soft Hand Sharp: or. The Man with the Sand. 145 Pistol Bards; or, The Silent Sport from Cinnabar BY MAJOR DANGEnFmLp BURR. 448 Hark Kenton. the Traitor. 188 The Phantom Mazeppa: or. The Hyena. 156 Velvet Face, the Border Bravo. 142 Ca tain Crimson, the. Man of the Iron Face. 117 Bu alo Bill‘s Strange Pard; or, Dashing Dandy. BY LEON LEWIS. 797 Pistol Tommy. the Miner Sharp. 785 The Down-East Detective in Nevada. 773 Buffalo Bill‘s Ban: or, Cody to the Rescue. 699 The Cowboy Couriers. , 686 The On-the-Wlng Detectives. 624 The Submarine Detective: or, The WaterGhouls. 484 Captain Ready, the Red Ransomer. 481 The Silent Detective; or, The Bogus Nephew. 456 The Demon Steer. 428 The Flying Glim: or, The Island Lure. BY B URKE BRENTFORD. 866 Spray Sprite, the Sea Witch. 8:16 ' ie Sea Sweeper. BY CAPTAIN mamas; REID. $37 The White Squaw. 234 The Hunter‘s Feast. 228 The Maroon. A Tale of Voodoo and Obeah. 21-5 The Wild Huntress' or. The uatter. 213 The War Trail: or, The Hunt: of he Wild Horse. 208 The White Chief. A Romance of Mexico. 200 The Rifle Rangers; or. Adventures in Mexico. 74 The Captain of the Rifles; or, The Lake gueen. 66 The Specter Barque. A Tale of the Paci c. 55 The Scalp Hunters. A Romance of the Plains. 12 The Death-Shot: or. Tracked to Death. 8 The Headless Horseman. BY JACKSON KNOX—“Old Hawk.” 838 Old Grips Still Hunt. 827 Detective Walden’s Web. 778 The Butler Detective' or, Old Grip's Grip. 770 The Showman Dete ~tive. 762 Old Grip, the Detective. 740 Captain Clew, the Fighting Detective. 732 The Hurricane Detective. 643 Castlemainc, the Silent Sifter. 616 Magnus. the Weird Detective. 606 The Drop Detective. 595 Wellborn, the. Upper Crust Detective. 582 J oram. the Detective Expert. 574 Old Falcon ’s Double. 561 The Thug King- or, The Falcon Detective's Foe. 518 Falconbridge. t ie Sphinx Detective. 536 Old Falcons Foe: or, The Detective‘s Swell Job. 515 Short-Stop Maje, the Diamond Field Detective. 509 Old Falcon. the Thunderbolt. Detective. 501 S ringsteel Steve. the Retired Detective. 494 T m Detective’s S y. 485 Rowlock. the Bar or Detective. 477 Dead-arm Brandt. 467 Mainwaring. the Salamander. 462 The. Circus Detective. 451 Griplock. the Rocket Detective. 444 The Magic Detective: or, The Hidden Hand. 42% Hawk Heron‘s De Iity. 386 Hawk Heron. the alcon Detective. BY EDWARD WILLETT. 483 Flush Fred. the River Shm. 868 The Canyon King; or. a ce on his Head. 348 Dan Dillon. Kin of Crosscnt. 337 Old Gabe. the ountain Tram . 327 Terrapin Dick, the Wild wood etective. 815 Flush Fred‘s Double; or, The Squatters‘ league. 808 Hemlock Hank, Tough and True. 298 Logger Lem: or. Life in the Pine Woods. 289 Flush Fred’s Full Hand. 274 Flush Fred. the Mississip 1 Sport. 248 Montana Nat. the Lion 0 Last Chance Camp. 222 Bill the Blizzard; or. Red Jack's Crime. 909 Buck Farlc . the Bonanza Prince. . 12! Mississippi one; or, a Strong Man's Sacrifice. a BY COL. PRENTISS INGRAHAM. 8.34 The Ocean Gipsy. mi The Wild Steer Riders; or, Texas Jack‘s Terrors. l 819 The Rival Monte Cristos. 8113 The List of the Pirates; or. Doom Driven. ' 801 The Water Wolves‘ Detective; or, Trapping theg Grave Ghouls. 791 The Coast-Raider's Death-Chase. 748 Arizona Charlie. the. Crack-shot Detective. 704 [nvisinlc Ivan. the Wizard Detective. 685 The Red-skin Sen Boyer. 679 R--ve.llo, the Pirate (‘ruiSerz or. The Rival Rovers 672 The Red Rapier: or, The Sea Rover’s Bride. 662 The Jew Detective; or, The Beautiful Convict. 658 The Cowl) y Clan: or. The Tigress of Texas. 633 Lasso King‘s League: or, Buck Taylor in Texas. 640 The Rowr‘s Ret~ibution. 635 The [ix-Buccaneer; or, The Stigma of Sin. 630 The Sea Thief . 625 Red Wings; or. The Gold Seekers of the Bahamas. 6 " The Three luccaneers. The Red Flag Rover; or,White Wings of the Deep. 605 The Shadow Silver Ship. 600 The Silver Ship; or. The Sea Scouts of ’76. 50:5 The Sea Rebel: or. Red ROvers of the Revolution. 597 (fonrad. the Sailor Spy; or. True Hearts of ’76. 561 The Oiitlawed Skipper; or, The Gantlet Runner. 560 The Man from Mexico. 553. Mark Monte, the Mutincer; or, The Branded Brig. 516 Thu Doomed Whaler: or. The Life Wreck. ‘ 5.10 The Fleet Scourge: or. The Sea Wings of Salem. . 530 The Savages of the Sea. ' 524 The Sea Chaser; or. The Pirate Noble. 510 Chatard, the Dead-Shot Duelist. 510 El Moro, tli - C01 sair Commodore. 493 The Scouts of the Sea. 489 The Pirate Hunter; or. The Ocean Rivals. 482 Ocean Tramps ' or, The Desperadoes of the Deep. 476 Bob Brennthe ucchncerzor.theR.edSeaRaider. 4 4 7 The Sea Insurge nt: or. The Conspirator Son. 446 Ocean Ogre. the Outcast Corsair. 43’) The One-Armed Buccaneer. 4‘30 The Fatal Frigate; , Rivals in Love and War. 425 The Sea Sword; or. he Ocean Rivals. 418 The Sea Siren: or. The Fugitive Printeer. 399 The New Monte Cristo. 393 The Convict Captian. 388 The Giant Buccaneer: or. The Wrecker Witch. 33 CL 0' 377 Afloat and Ashore: or. The Corsair Conspirator. t 373 Sailor of Fortune: or, The Barnegat Buccaneer. I A 364 The Sea Fugitive; or. The Queen of the Coast; I 369 The Coast Corsair: or. The Siren of tho. Sea. 346 Ocean Guerrillas; or, Phantom Midshipman. 341 The Sea Desperado. 366 The Magic Snip“ or. Sandy Hook Freebomers. 325 The Gentleman Pirate ; or. The Casco Hermit; 318 The Indian Buccaneer: or, The Red Rovers. 30? The Phantom Pirate; or, The Water Wolves. 281 The Sea Owl; or. The Lady Captain of the On]! I 259 Cutlass and Cross; or, the Ghouls of the Sea. 255 The Pirate Priest; or. The Gambler's Dau hter. i 246 ,ueen Helen, the Amazon of the Overlap . 235 Lightning the Man of Chance. 231 The Kid Glove Miner; or. The Magic Doctor. 224 Black Beard. the Buccaneer. 220 The Specter Yacht; or, A Brother's Crime. i . v 216 The Corsair Planter; or, Driven to Doom. 210 Buccaneer Bess. the Lioness of the Sea. 205 The Gambler Pirate; or, Lady of the Lagoon. 198 The Skeleton Schooner; or. The Skimmer. 189 l‘ne Ocean Vampire; or. The Castle Heiress. 184 The Scarlet Schooner: or. The Sea Nemesis. 181 Don Diablo, the Planter-Corsair. - 177 Black Pirate; or, The Golden Fetters Mlystery. 172 The Mad Mariner: or, Dishonored and isowned 168 The Corsair Queen: or, The Gypsies of the Sea. 147 Gold Spur, the Gentleman from Texas. 139 Fire Eye: or. The Bride of a Buccaneer. 134 Darke Dan, the Colored Detective. 181 Bucks 'in Sam. the Texas Trailer. 128 The Chevalier Corsair; 01'. The Heritage. 121 The Sea Cadet; or The Rover of the Rigoletts 116 Black Plume; or. e Sorceress of Hell Gate. 109 Captain Kyd, the King of the Black Flag. 104 Montezuma. the Merciless. 103 Merle, the Miitineer; or. The Red Anchor Brand. 1 .94 Freelance. the Buccaneer. ’ 89 The Pirate Prince; or. The Queen of the Isle. 85 The Cretan Rover; or. Zuleikah the Beautiful. 2 The Dane Devil; or, The Winged Sea Witch. BY DB. NOEL DUNBAR. 858 Number One. the Dead-set Detective. 850 The Planter Detective. 730 Duke Despard, the Gambler Duelist. 604 The Detective in Rags; or. The Grim Shadower. -‘ 500 The True-Heart Pards. BY J. C. COWDRICK. 752 The Sus t S ' rt of Daisy Drift. 626 Ducats ion, t e Nabob Sport Detective. 612 Sheriff Stillwood. the Regulator of Raspberry. 598 The Dominic Detective. 591 Duke Daniels, the Society Detective. 580 Shadowing a Shadow. 565 Prince Paul. the Postman Detective. _ 557 The Mountain Graybeards: or, Riddles’ Riddle. 519 Old Riddles. the Rocky Ranger 499 Twilight Charlie, the Road Sport. 473 Gilbert of Gotham. the Steeléarm Detective. 452 Rainbow Rob, the Tulip from Texas. 436 Kentucky Jean. the S rt from Yellow Pine. 422 Blue Grass Burt. the old Star Detective. 890 The Giant Cupid; or Cibuta‘John’s Jubilee. A new issue every Wednesday. Beadle“ Dime Library is for sale by cl Newsdealers. ten cents per copy. or sent by man on receipt of twelve cents each. 13mm AND sums. rm 8 Wm: or. In You. 69 The Lieutenant Detective: or. the Fugitive Sailor. o BEADLE’SrDIMErflBRARY. Published Every lVednesday. Each Issue Complete and Sold at the Uniform Price of Ten Cents. No 'Double Numbers. BUFFALO BILL NOVELS. By Colonel Prentiss Ingrahaln. 915 Buffalo Bill and the SurgeonScout. 909 Buffalo Bill‘s League; or. Red Butterfly. 904 Buffalo Bill's Tangled Trail. 900 Buffalo Bill’s Rough Riders. 895 Buffalo Bill’s Secret Ally. 890 Buffalo Bill’s Life—Stake. 882 The Three Bills: Buffalo Bill.Wild Bill and Band— box Bill; or, The Bravo in Broadcloth. 874 Buffalo Hill’s Buckskin Braves. 869 Buflalo Bill’s Road-Agent Round-up. 863 Buffalo Bill’s Death Charm. 857 Buffalo Bill’s Royal Flush. 851 Buffalo Bill’s Double Dilemma. 845 Buffalo Bill’s Redskin Ruse. 830 Buffalo Bill‘s Bovs in Blue. 826 Buffalo Bill’s Shar Shooters. 822 Buffalo Bill‘s Best wer. 816 Buffalo Bi-l’s Red Trail. 812 Buffalo Bill‘s Death-Knoll. 794 Bud'alo Bill’s Winning Hand. 787 Buffalo Bill’s Dead Shot. 781 Buflalo Bill‘s Brand. 777 Buffalo Bill's Spy Shadower. 769 Buffalo Bill’s Sweepstake. 765 Buflalo Bi ll’s Dozen: or, Silk Ribbon Sam. 761 Bunnie Bill‘s Mascot. 757 Buffalo Bill’s Double. 750 Buflalo Bill‘s Big Four; or, Custer's Shadow. 748 Buffalo Bill‘s Flush Hand. 730 Buflalo Bill‘s Blind: or. The Masked Driver. 735 Buffalo Bill and His Merry Men. 731 Buftalo Bill‘s Beagles: or, Silk LassoSam. 7W Buflaio Bill’s Body Guard. 722 Buflalo Bill on the War- th. 716 Buflalo Bill’s Scout 8 overs. 710 Buflalo Bill Baffled: or. The Deserter Desperado. 697 Buflalo Bill's Buckskin Brotherhood. 691 lluflalo Bill's lllind Trail‘ or. Mustang Madge. 667 Buflalo Bill's Swoop;or. be King of the Mines. 656 The Cowbfiv Clan; or. The Tigress of Texas. 653 Lasso King’s League; or. Buck Taylor in Tens. 649 Bun'alo Bill’s Chief of Cowbo s; or. Buck Taylor 644 Buffalo Bill‘s Bonanza; or. 8 var Circle Knights. 362 Buffalo Bill‘s Gri ; or. Oath Bound to Custer. 829 Buffalo Bill’s PI go: or. The League of Three. 189 Wild Bill‘s Gold Trail; or. The Desperate Dozen. 175 Wild Bill‘s Trump Card: or, The Indian Heiress. 168 Wild Bill. the Pistol Dead Shot. t -' By Bull‘alo Bill. 839 The Ranch King Dead-Shot. 820 White Beaver '8 Still Hunt. 807 Wild Bill. the Wild West Duelist. 800 Wild Bill. the Dead-Center Shot. 639 Buffalo Bill’s Gold King. 599 The Dead Shot Nine; or, My Pards of the Plains. 414 Red Renard. the lndian Detective. 401 One-Armed Para; or, Borderland Retribution. 897 The Wizard Brothers: or, White Beaver’s Trail. 894 White Beaver. the Exile of the Platte. 319 Wild Bill, the Whirlwind of the West. 804 Texas Jack. the Prairie Rattler. 243 The Pilgrim Sharp: or. The Soldier‘s Sweetheart. , 83 Gold Bullet Snort; or, Knights of the Overland. 52 Death-Trailer. the Chiet of Scouts. ‘ By Leon Lewis, Nod Buntllnc, etc. .773 Buflalo Bill's Ban; or. Cody to the Rescue. 682 Buflalo Bill’s Secret Service Trail. 629 Buffalo Bill's Darin Role; or. Daredeath Dick. 517 Buffalo Bill‘s First rail; or, The Express Rider. 158 Buffalo Bill, Chief of Scouts. 117 Buffalo Bill 3 Strange Ford: or, Dashing Dandy. 92 Buflalo Bill, the Buckskin King. BY J W. OSBON. 905 Shasta Sam, the Sparkler. . 877 Cool Creede, the Dead-Shot 759 The Sport from St. Louis. 518 Royal Richard, the Thoroughbred. DY LIEUT. A. K. SIMS. 914 Snowflake Sam’s Double. 897 The Six-Shot Spotter. 887 The Stranger Sport from Spokane. 873 The Sport Detective‘s Colorado Clew. 860 The Spangled Sport Shadower. 843 l‘he Crescent City Sport. 832 Gid Gale’s Block Game. 804 Tue King Pin of the Leadville Lions. 786 Chicago Charlie‘s Diamond Haul. 776 Chica 0 Charlie, the Columbian Detective. 758 The "izar l King Detective. 723 Teamster Tom, the Boomer Detective. 709 Lodestone Lem, the Champion of Chestnut Burr. 695 Singer Sam, the Pilgrim Detective. ‘ v 688 River Bustiers; or. the Detective from ’Way Back 673 Stuttering Sam, the Whitest. Sport of Santa Fe. 666 Old Adamant, the Man of Rock. 618 Kansas Karl, the Detective King. r 552 Prince Primrose. the Flower of the Flock. 528 Huckleberry. the Foot-Hills Detective. BY HAROLD PAYNE. «H The Man from Mexico in New York. The King-Pin Shark: or. Thad Burr’s Ten Strike. 861 The Tenderloin Big Four 853 The Quaker City Crook. 844 Tracked to Chicago. 836 The Policy Broker‘s Blind. 829 The Frisco Sharper’s Cool Hand. 821 The Tramp Shadower’s Backer. 813 The Sham Spotter‘s Shrewd Scheme. $6 The Grand Street Gold-Dust Sharpers. 798 Detective Burr’s Luna ic Witness 792 The Wall Street. Sharper‘s Snap. 784 Thad Burr’s Death Drop. 742 Detective Burr Among the New York Thugs. 734 Detective Burt's Foil; or, A Woman’s Strategy. 728 Detective Burr. the Headquarters Special. 713 Detective Barr’s Spirit Chase. 706 Detective Burr’s Seven Clues. I, 613 Thad Burr. the Invincible; or, The “L " Cine. 1 Lu Ila -. u i . less Detective. BY CAPTAIN HO‘VAIID HOLDIES. 912 Genteel Joe's Lone Hand. 903 The Train Detective. 896 Kent Keen, the Crook~Crusher. 888 Nightshade in New York. 879 Falcon Flynn, the Flash Detective. .71 The Crook Cashier. 859 (‘lew-Hawk Keene‘s Right Bower. 847 Hiram Hawk, the Harlem Detective. 840 Major Bullion. Boss of the Tigers. 831 Shadowing the London Detective. 817 Plush Velvet, the Prince of Spotters. 803 The Bogus Broker’s Right Bower. 788 The Night-Hawk Detective. 779 Silk Ribbon’s Crush-out. 766 Detective Zach, the Broadway Spotter. 751 The Dark Lantern Deté ctive. 736 The Never—Fail Detective. 724 Captain Hercules. the Strong Arm Detective. 711 Dan Damon, the Gilt-Edge Detective. 701 Silver Steve, the Branded Sport. 694 Gideon Grip, the Secret Shadower. 684 Velvet Van, the Mystery ShadOWer. 678 The Dude Desperado 671 Jason Clew, the Silk-Handed Ferret. 664 Monk More], the Man-Hun er. 654 Sol S hinx. the Ferret Detective. 642 Red ard and Yellow. 608 Silent Sam the Shadow Sphinx. 592 Ca tain Si( , the Shasta Ferret. 579 01 Cormorant. the Bowery Shadow. , 569 Captain Cobra, the Hooded Mystery. 559 Danton. the Shadow Sharp. 550 Silk Hand, the Mohave Ferret. 543 The Magnate Detective. 532 Jack Javert. the Independent Detective. 528 Reynard of Red Jack: or. The Lost Detective 512 Captain Velvet's Biz Stake. 505 Phil Fox. the Genteel Spotter. 496 Richard Bonfire. the Two Worlds’ Detective. 487 Sunshine Sam, a Chip of the Old Block. 480 Hawkspear. the Man with a. Secret. 468 Coldgrip in Deadwood. 460 Captain Coldgrip. the Detective 453 Captain Cold rip’s Long Trail. 447 V0lcano. the nsco Spy. 441 The California Sharp. 434 Lucifer Lynx. the V\ onder Detective. 421 Father Ferret. the Frisco Shadow. 413 Captain Coldgrip in New York. 40? Captain Coldgrip’s Nerve: or. In un Nick. 400 Captain Coldgrip: or. The New ork Spotter. 382 The Bonanza Band: or. Dread Don of Cool Clan. 374 Major Blister. the Spm't of Two Cities. 365 Keen Kennard. the Shasta Shadow. 352 The Des crate Dozen. » 347 DenVer uke. the Man with " Sand.” 340 Cool Conrad. the Dakota Detective. 335 Flash Dan. the Nabob: or, Blades of Bowie Bar. 321 California Claude, the Lone Bandit. 294 Broadcloth Burt. the Denver Dandy. 278 Hercules Goldspur. the Man of the Velvet Hand. BY WILLIAM H. MANNING. 908 The Doomsday-Den Detective. 899 The Double-Quick Detective. 893 Yellow Gid. of Dark Divide. 885 The Expert Detectiw’s Shake-up. 875 Trap ing the Race Track Judge. 864 The olice Special‘s Dilemma. 84.9 The Genteel Sharper’s Combine 841 Graydon’s Double Deal. 833 The Sport Detective’s Griri: 828 The Athlete Sport About own. 808 Tthrook-Dc tective‘s Full. 790 Plun er Pete, the Race Track Detective. 782 Boys Rock, the Round—up Detective. 774 Steve Starr. the Dock Detective. 764 The New York Sharp’s Shadower. 738 Detective Clax ton. the RPCUI‘d Breaker. 714 Gabe Gall, the Gambolier from Great Hump. 703 Spokane Saul. the Samaritan Suspect 692 Dead Shot Paul, tie Deep-Range Ex lorers 655 Strawberry Sam. the Man with the irthmark. 646 Dark John, the Giim Guard. 638 Murdock, the Dread Detective. , 623 Dangerous Dave, the Never eaten Detective. 611 Alkali Abe, the (lame Cl ick n from Texas. 596 Rustler Rube: the Round-Up Detective. 585 Dan Dixon’s Double. 575 Steady Hand. the Napoleon (.f Detectives 563 Wyoming Zeke, t? c Hotspur of Honey suckle. 551 Garry Kean the. Man nith BncL bone. 539 Old Doubledark, the Wily Detective. 531 Saddle-Chief Kit, the Prairie Centaur. 521 Paradise Sam, the Nor’-West Pilot. 513 T ‘xas Tartar. the Man With Nine Lives. 506 Uncle Honest. the Peacemaker of Hornets” Nest. 498 Central Pacific Paul. the Mail 'l‘min Spy. 492 Border Bullet, the Prairie Sharpshootcr. 486 Kansas Kitten, the Northwest Detective. 479 Gladiator Gabe. the Samson of Sassajack. 470 The Duke of Dakotr‘. 463 Gold Gauntlet the Gulch Gladiator. 455 Yank Yelloubird. the Tall Hustler of the Hills. 449 Bluff Burke. King Of the Rockies. 442 Wild West Walt. the Mountain Veteran. 437 Deep Duke: or. The Man of Two Lives. 422‘ The Rivals of Montana Mill 415 Hot Heart, the Detective S , v. 405 out Baldy the Brizadicr 0 Buck Basin. 385 Will Dick [‘urpin, me Leaavme Lion. 297 Colorado Rube. th- Strong Arm of Hotspur. 279 The Gold Dragoon. or, California Bloodhound. BY NED BUN'I‘LINB. 657 Long Tom. the Privateer. 633 The Sea S y. - 621 The Red rivatecr: or. The Midshipman Rover. 584 Fire Feather. the Buccaneer King. 517 Buffalo Bill’s First Trail. 361 Tombstone Dick. the Train Pilot. 270 Andros, the Rover; or. The Pirate‘s Daughter. 122 San] Sabberday. the Idiot Spy. 111 The Smuggler Captain: or, T e Skipper's Crime. 61 Captain Seawnif. the Privntaer. 23 The Red Warrior; or. The Comanche Lover. 18 The Sea Bandit; or, The Queen of the Isle. i l ALBEIIT \V. AIKEN'S NOVELS. Dick Talbot Series. 741 Dick Talbot‘s Close Call. 737 DlCK Talbot in Apache Land. 733 Dick Talbot. the Ranch King. 729 Dick Talbot’s Clean—Out. 727) Dick Talbot in No Man’s Camp. 384 Dick Talbot in the Rockies: or. Injun Dick. 354 Dick Tilbot; or, The Brand of Crimson Cross. 349 Dick. the Gentleman Road—Agent. 107 Dick Talbot. of Cinnabar. 93 Dick Talbot. K1112 of the Road. 41 Dick Talbot in Utah: or, Gold Dan. 38 Dick Talbot’s Iron Grip; or, The Velvet Hand. 36 Dick Talbot; or. The Death-Shot of Shasta. 35 Dick Talbot at the Mines: or, Kentuck. the Sport- 34 Dick Tolbot’s Foe; or, Rocky Mountain Rob. 33 Dick Talbot at White Pine: or Overland Kit. Alken’s Fresh of Frisco Series. 8% Fresh, the Race-Track Sport. 660 The Fresh in Montana; or, Blake‘s Full Hand. 652 Tue Fresh's Rustic at Painted City. 647 The Fresh at Santa Fe; or, The Stranger Sharp 556 Fresh, the Sport: or. The Big Racket at Slide Out.. 537 Fresh Against the Field: or. Blake. the Lion. 529 The Fresh of Frisco in New York. 497 The Fresh in Texas; or. The Escobedo Millions. 461 The Fresh of Frisco on the Rio Grande. 173 The Fresh in Arizoua; or, California John. 130 The Fresh in Mexico- or. Captain Volcano. 97 The Fresh in 1312 Walnut Camp; or. Bronze Jack 77 The Fresh of Frisco. Alken’s Joe Plucnlx Series. 865 The Female Barber Detectiv. ; or, Joe Phenlx in Silver City. 799 Joe Phen k’s Great Blue Diamrnd Case; orI The New York Sport at Long Branch. 793 Joe Phenix‘s Decoy: or The Man or Three. 760 Joe Phenlx‘s Lone Han . 749 Joe Phenlx’s Big Bulge. 745 Joe Phenix‘s Mad Case. 7(B Joe Phenix‘s Siren; or, The Woman Hawkshaw. 700 Joe Phenix‘s Unknown; or, Crushing the Crooks 681 Joe Phenix’s 8 hair or. The Actress Detectin 637 Joe Phenix in my Camp. 632 Joe Phenix's Master Search. 628 Joe Phenlx’s Combinr ;( r,the Dandy Conspirator 620 Joe Phenix's Silent Six. 601 Joe Phenix's shadow ; entice Detective’s Monitor 419 Joe Phenix., the King of Detectives. 392 The Lost Bonanza; or, The Boot of Silent Hound. ‘ 391 Joe Phenix’s Still Hunt. 161 Joe Phenix‘s Great Man Hunt. 112 Joe Phemx, Private Detective; Or, The League. 79 Joe Phenix. the Police Spy. Alken‘s Miscellaneous Novels. 901 The Hotel Swell-Sharp; or, The Siren Shadower. The Country man Detective. 876 Gold Button S rt; or The Miner Sharps. 842 ,Teton Tom. z e Halblilood. 835 The King-Pin Detective. 814 The New Yorker Among Texas Sports. 775 King Dandy, the Silver Sport. 753 Gideon’s Gripust Babylon l’ar. 717 Captain Pat cGowen. the Greencoat Detective. 674 Uncle Sun Up. the Born Detective. 670 The Lightw evght Detective. - 665 The Frisco Detectiw; or, The Golden Gate Find. 613 Keen Billy, the Sport. 607 Old Benzine, the "Hard Case " Detective. 594 Fire Face. the Silver King’s Foe. 586 The Silver Sh arp Detective. 577 Tom, of Calif ( rma; or, Dr tective’s Shadow Act. 570 The Actress Detective: or, The Invisible Hand. 562 Lone Hand. the Shadow. 520 The Lone Hand on the Caddo. 490 The Lone Hand in Tex s. 75 Chin Chin, the Chinese etective. 465 The Actor Detective. 440 The High Hor. e of the Pacific. . 425 The Lone Hand; or. The Red River Recreants. 408 Doc Grip. the Vrndetta of Death. '» 381 The (iv sy Gen tlen an: rr. mck Fox. Detective 376 Black cards: (1. The kit (w'rnrde High Horse .70 The Dusky Dete mite: or. l‘nrsued to the End. 363 Crowningshield, the Detective 320 The Gentecl Spo tie-r: or The N. Y. Night Hawk. 252 The Wall Street 1 lood; or. The Telegram h Girl. 203 The Double Detective: tr.’l he Midnight Mystery. 196 La Marmoset. the i etrctive Queen. 101 The Man from New York. 91 The Winning Oar: rr. '1 he lnnkeeper’s Daughter. 84 Hunted Down: or. The I 1 gene of Three. 81 The Human Timer: or, A mat! of Fire. 75 Gentlemen George: 01'. l’arlm'. Prison and Street. 72 The Phantom Hand: or. The 51h Avenue HeireSS. 63 The Winged Whale: or. The Red Rupert of Gulf. 59 The Man from Texas; or. Tl 9. Arkansas Outlaw. 56 The Indian Mazeppa: 0r, Madman of the Plains. 49 The Wolf Demon: or. The Kanawlxa Queen. 42 The California Detecti v9: or, Tl‘e Witches of N.Y, 31 The New York Sharp: or, The Flash of Lizhtnmg. 27 The Spotter Detective: 01'. Girls of New York. 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