Old Sleuth in Philadelphia; or, "Piping" the Schuylkill horror

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No. 78. OLD SLEUTH IN PHILADELPHIA. BY "OLD SLEUTH." A SERIES OF THE 7\IOST THRILLING DETECTIVE STORIES EVER PUBLISHED. j SINCLE I l NUMBER. ( GJWP.,GE MUNUO'S SONS. PlJBLlSHEHS. Nos. 17 to 27 VANDEWATttR STRKrr. NEw YortE. 'j PRICE l 15 CENTS. f Old S leuth Librl\ry. lsuecl Qna.rterly.-By Subscription, Twentyfive per Annum. Entered at the Pot Office a.t New York at Second CIM 18, 1897. Copyrighted 1897, by Munro's Sons Vol. IV. Philadelphia; Old Sleuth Ill -OR"PIPING" THE SCHUYLKILL HORROR. A TALE OF MOS f WEIRD AND THRILLING STRANGENESS. BY "OLD SLEUTH." OI Sleuth's hand ftew up, and he grabbed a noose that had been deftly thrown over his head NEW YORK: GEORGE MUNRO' S SONS, PUBLISHERS 17 TO 27 VANDEWATER STREET.

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GEORGE MUNRO'S SONS' PUBLICATIONS. Old Sleuth Library. TO 5 CENTS E.A..C::S:. ISSUED QUARTERI,Y. .A Series of the Most rrhrilling Detective Stories Ever Published! The books in THE OLD SLEUTH contain twice as much reading matter as any other five-cent Library. ALL BOOKS IN THIS SERIES ARE COMPLETE IN ONE PART. 110.. PRICE. 1 1 Old Sleuth, the Detecthe... ... .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. lie 3.3 The American Detecthe in Russia .. 2 The KIDJ< or the Detectlee...................... 5c 34 '!'be Vutcl1 Detective ......................... .. PRICE. 5c 5c 5c 5c 5 c 5c f 3 Old Sleuth' s Triumph.... .. .. ... .. .. .. ... ..... 5c 3 5 Old P11rita11. the Old -Time Yankee Detective ... .. 4 Under a Million Dis1<11ises....... ................. 5c Manfred' s Quest: or. The Mytery or a Trunk .. 5 Night Scenes in New York ..................... 5c !i7 'J'om Thumb: or, The \Vonderful lloy l>ett'ctive. ti' Old Electricity, the Li1 ... 65 The BO\' Detective......... .. ................. 66 Detective Thrash, the Man-Trappe r . 67 Eheon the Detective............. .... ....... 68 Old Ironsides at His Best.. . 5e 5c 1>c-5c 5c-5e 8 R e d -Light Will, the Rive r Detective............ 5c chie Yous Darky ............................. 9 Iron the Detective. . ..... 5c 40 Old Ironsides the Cowboys ............. 10 The Brigands or New Y ork................... ... 5c 41 lllack T o m in Search o f a Father; or, the Further g 42 g,. 13 The French Detectiv.,................... .... ... .. 5c 43 Old 'l'ransforlll. the Secret Special Detective ... .. 14 Billy Wayne, the St. L ouis Detective........... 5 c 144 The KiDJ< or the Shadowers ..................... 15 The New Yori: IJetective... .. .. .. .. .. .. .. ... .. 5c 4 5 Gasparo ni t h e Italian Detective: or, Hide-and 16 O'Neil McDarragh, the D et.ective.... 5 c See k in N e w York ............................ 17 Old Sleuth i n HRr11eRS Al('ain.......... ... .. .. .. !'ic 46 Old Sleuth' Luck .......... .................... 18 'l'he Lady . .. .. .. .. .. .. lie 147 The Irish Vetective ........ : ..................... 19 J'he Yu.nkee . . . . .. 5c 4 8 Down i n a Coal l\liue ...... . ............. . .... 90 '!'he Fastet llo r in New Y ork .................. 5c 49 Faithful Mik e the Irish H ero ................. . 21 Black thf" Georjit'ia. Detective...... ...... 00 ?)() Silvt>r 'l\1m the D e tective; or. Link: by l.lnk ... 22 NiKht hawk, tlu Mo1111ted V etective.. .. .. ...... 5c 5 1 The Duke o r lSe w Y o r k .. .. .. .. .. 23 'l'lle Gypsy Detective .. . .. .. ... . .. .. S., 52 Jack Gameway: o r. A Western B o y in New Y ork. 6\'.f .. ""d. :: .. '..' :. : : : : : .. .. .. 26 'l'he Srnu1<1 Lightning Iris h Dt>tt>c ti " 72 Stealthy Brock. the Detective . . 5c '3 Phenomenal Joe .............. .. !'ic 74 L ord }forry .. .. .. .. .. .. . .. 5c 175 The Silent Terror .. ....... :.......... .. .. 5c 76 L ong Shadow, tht' Tlet..ct1ve.. .. .. . 77 The V eiled Bc-AUl.J ........ .............. 5c 78 Old Sl euth in Philadelphia... ....... . 5c 179 ClypHv Frank. The LoDJeck ... 5 c 82 Variety Jack... .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. 5c 83 Dashaway T o m the All-Round D e t .. ti' . 5c 84 M epbis to: or. The RazzleDazzle Dete c t ive 5c 8.5 D etective Jack. the WiZllrd... .. r>e 86 Young Thrasllall; or, \Va:x;ey the 5c 5c 5c 5e 5c 5c 5c 5c 5c .')c 5c r c 5e 5e Si 01>e ; ) c 5c tective.... .. ............ 5 c 88 Old Baldr. tl1e W eird D e 1ective.. 5c 89 .lacic Sl e i1th the King o f all D e tt'NJ\'' .. 5c !lO Louis Ford; or, The Gret My t.-r,r !';o lved 5c 91 Vt-lvet, the Magic Dtot e c t i n be 92 Phil 'fremaine,s Greatest Detective Feuf. .... 5c :,c :ic The foregoing works are for sale by all newsd e alers at 5 cents each, or will be sent to any addre ss posta g e paid on r eceipt of & cents per copy. or five for 25 cents, by the publishers. Address GEORGE MUNRO'S SON.S, Munro'i:,: Publishing House, P. 0. Box 1781. 17 to 27 Vandewate r N e w York. THE DASHA WAY SERIE ISSUED QUARTERLY. \ CENTS EA(:H. PRICE 10 These books are of a convenient for the pocket, and ai:e is&ued with beautiful liU10graphed covert1. t The Man of Death. Capt. L C. CitrlAton ....... 2 Dashaway Charle ). Illutrate d Halse y Page . 3 EaJl. ........... JO 12 The Boy Yacl1tsm11n. !lhistrnte d Samue l W P earce.. . . ........ . . . .. . .. .. . .. .. 1 0 1 3 Doin1
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OLD SLEUTH IN PHILADELPHIA. BY "OLD SLEUTH." A SERIES OF THE MOST THRILLING DETECTIVE STORIES EVER PUBLISHED. No. 78. j SINCLE t t NUMBER. f GEORGE MUNRO'S SONS, PUBLISHEHS, j PRICE l 115 CENTS. f Vol. IV. Nos 1? to Z'l VANDEWATER NEw YoR1<. Olt1 Sleuth Library, Issued Quarterly.-By Subscription, Twenty-five CentR per Annum. Entered &t the Post Office &t New York &t Seconrl Clu R.ates.-Sept. 18, 1897. Copyrighted 1897, by Geor11:e Munro's Sons Old Sleuth Ill Philadelphia; -OR"PIPING11 THE SCHUYLKILL HORROR. A TALE OF MOST WEIRD AND THRILLING STRANGENESS. BY "OLD SLEUTH." CHAPTER I. "8he appears to be dead, but, a& I live, I believe she lives!" It was in the midst of strange surroundings, and under the most thrilling conditions, that the above words fell from the lips of Old Sleuth-the real, genuine Old Sleuth. the man witose calm judgment sh rewdness, address, and courage had carried him through so many wonderful adventures. The hour was midnight ; the detective wao an interloper. He had surreptitiously entered a mansion in great city o! Phila delphia, and it. was duty that Jed him to invade that palatial resi dence at such an hour. The detective stood in a gorgeously furnished apartment beside a handsom e .,rosewood coffin Deftly and silently he had removed the headpiece, and under the dim light shed from a half-turned ehandelier was revealed the calm, peaceful face of a beautiful young girl. The detective held in his hand a photograph upon which was pictured semblances of a youthful pair-a young gentleman and lady. The former was handsome. as revealed by the picture; the Jstter strikingly, ay, wonderfully beautiful. At the first g lance. the detecLive had supposed he was gazing upon a corpse, the rigid remains of the victim of a foul assassina tion; but as he gazed, a strange suspicion crossed his mind. Old Sleuth had often gazed upon the faces of the dead, and upon his powerful memory was impressed all the ghostly peculiarities atten1iant upon death; but as he gazed upon the still and beautiful face, it came to him that some ot the most striking indices of death were lacking in the face betore him. It was a terribl e momell.t and a frightful .contingency was pre sented There lay in the c ircumstances a mystery, a horror deeper than any that had come under his observation during a!l the years that he had been unraveling dark crimes. A momem tll e detective stood contemplating the face, then from his pocket h e drew a photograph, and comparell the pictured face with the one in the coffin, and it was while making the comparison tllat, in a low tone. he utterea the words with which we opeu our narrative Certi.in ousiness had calleo Sieuth to Philndelphia, and one or the daily journal s had mentioned his name in connection with a case which was before tile courts The detective had completecl his business, and was about ready to return to New York., when an incident occurred that caused him to remain, and resulted in his becoming an actor in one of the darkest dramas of the nineteenth century The detective was seated upon a bench in a public park; it. was after dark, but still early in the _e.vening. Our hero had been seated some time. when a lady dressed in black and heavily veiled walked a long the path near which h e was sitting. The rniled woman did not appear to observe the presence of tha detective, and she threw herself upon a bench but a few feet dis tant from where the old hero of many wonderful adventures 8at. The detective's curiosity would have been but passing were it not that upon the instant he observed that the woman was acting in a very singular manner. She muttered and threw her arms around wildly, and showed of excessive and violent agitation. Suddenly the detective eard her exclaim: "1 will do it!" and an in stant la er, after her nervous hands had been p11SSed under her veil, she ejaculated: "Brave heart! it is done! and now may my blood atone for my crime!" The dtec1ive sprung toiyard her, tore aside the veil, and with a thrill or hofl'or realized that he was gazing upon the dead. The tragedy explained itself; the woman had taken some power ful drug, its fatal efl:ects had been instant aueous; she had expired in a Jew secon9,s after having taken the de!ldly draught. As a rule, the detective was a quick thinker, and knew just how to act at o;:ice under startling emergencies; but for 0nce in his life he was at fault. Should he give an alarm, or should he steal away and let some other chance passer-by give notice of the horror? The detective had just. decided upon the latter course, when be observed that a note was clutched in the fast-sliftening hand of the suicide. It was but the work of an instant to ,possess himself of the note which he took from the g rasp of the dee.d; then he drew his dark'. lantern and flashe\l its sharp rays upon the face, which had been hidden by the veil, and the mystery was deepened upon discover ing that the self-murde ress was a be:.c.1tiful mulatto woman. Just one moment the detective stood and gazed intending to fix the appearance of the dead upon his memory, when he heard the sound of approaching footsteps. The detective walked away but a short distance, when he came to a halt, and awaited the inevitable denouement He was not compelled to wait long. He had just placed the note he had; wrested from the grip of the dead in his pocket, when there rang o'ht upon the night air a shrill and terrified shriek. The detective understood the scream upon returning a short dis tance and beholding a lady and gentleman standing over the body oi the suicide. A few moments later &nd a general alarm wns given, a stretcher was procured, and the suicide's body was carried to the police station The detective went 1o the station, and saw that the dead had been handsomely dressed and possessed of rich jewelry Another unfortunate," was his mental comment, ai; he left the station. Sleuth proceeded to his hotel, and, having nothing better to do, glanced at the missive.

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. 4 OLD SLEUTH IN PHILADELPHIA The note ran as follows: Whoever reads this note will communicate with \he police. terrible crime mn.y yet be prevented, an innocent life saved." A The note proceeded and gave directions aR to where the an uounced crime was in progress, and ended as follows: ''I dio by my own hand, an atonement for my part in the foulest crime e1er perpetrated by human fiends!" Had Sl e uth found the note upon the street, or had it been sent to him. lte would have given it no heed; hut the tragic circumstances under which he liad secured it made every word a revelation-a warning written in lines of blood. The delective went to the police-station to learn if the body had been identifierl. The information received was to the effect that the dead woman liad not been recognized, and the detectives and other officials had reached the same conclnsion concerning the tragedy as oril?inally conceived by our hero. Sleuth refrnmed from giving information, and at once proceeded to the vicinity described in the missive as the place where the -crime was, as declared, about to be perpetrated. The detective went very deliberately to work, as he always did. llc was not a man to rush matters. He found the house to be an -old-fashioned mansion-a building evidently e1ected a long time prior to the Revolution-and undoubtedly always had been, as it certainly appeared to be at the moment, the abode of wealth and -culrure. The detective's first move was to study how he could gain a sur :reptitious entrance into the mansion. He entered the grounds and walked around the place until he was to a stand by being confronted by an immense dog-a ferocious looking Siberian blood-hound. A man wilh less nerve nnd courage tlian the old detective would have b een taken all aback, but Sleuth was not any more disturbed than he would have been had the fierce looking animal been a lame .rabbit. The hound did not, however, afford the detective much time fo1 He uttered a low, savage growl. followed by a spasmodic bark, then he made a leap. The next instant the .animal went rolling over and over like a circus clown turning side hand springs. The detective did not wait fo1 the animal to make a second -attack, but followed him up and dealt him several powerful blows, .until the dog lay still. Several times the detective passed round the house, making a >Close and critical study. He was on a wild-goose chase, as it might appear: his cue had come from the heart of a thrilling tragedy. At length the detective r.scended the rear stoop, and in a few moments, through methods of his own, he succeeded in opening the door. Once in the house, our hero found bimsell in darkness, and he drew forth his Il'asked-lantern, and by aid of its sharp light made bis way to the parlor. Upon entering the parlor, having forced the lock, a sight met his gaze which caused him ti;> stand a few moments and contemplate his surroundings. The furniture in the room was old, but rich. On the walls hung valuable paintings, and scattered about the room on every hand -were bric il-brac and works of art, indicative of a home of taste, >eulture, and wealth. The deteCti\"e calmly studied 1111 the surroundings, as stated, and left until the last a critical examination of the most startling object in the parlor. Upon trestles rested a coffin, and partly over the latter was thrown a black pall. Old Sleuth stood for a Joni? time revolving in his mind several 11Je.ns, and at the same time thmking over the strange probabilities. Tliere were certain suggestions in the note he had taken from the grasp of the dead which served as a guide to a particular theory, :and as be 11toocl there he felt assured that the casket contained the -corpse of a ;ictim of a foul murder. On ll table in the parlor lay a richly embossed photograph album. The detective opened the bo0k and turned over the pages, care fully examining the many pictures which it contamed His eyes at length rested upon a photograh of two young people taken together on one card-a gentleman and lady. The former was the semblance of a remarkably handsome man, :and the second was the picture of l beauttfui girl. The faces bore a certain resemulance to each other and the -detective in his mind pronounced them brother anct sister; and, later on, his surprise great when the suggestion arose that they were murdered and murderer. Old Sleuth, strangely enough, removed the picture; we say strangely. simply because it was a singular fact that from among .all the photographs he should select that particular one Having secured the picture, he crossed the room, and with appliances tba;t he had with him he removed the llead-pjjlce of the casket., and his eyes rested upon 11 lovely corpse, t he fofm of her who had, beyond question, betn the original of one of the faces in ihe photograph. CHAPTER IL As intimated in the opening paragraph of our story, at a first t;1ance the detective thought he was gazing upon rhe face of the dead, but an instant later a weird and m;>st startling suspicion arose in his mind, and he gave utterance to the exclamation with which we open c;11 story. The words had .Just. fallen from his lips, and he still stood over the coilln, comparing the face upon the photograph with the face of the occupant of the casket; when he became conscious that some one ha-cl entered the room. Up to the moment indicated he bad observed no signs of a living soul in the house, bnt in glancing mnmcntarily half round, he became aware, a$ stated, of the presence of another in the room. The deteetive did not move, nor by the slightest sign indicate his discovery. Be was a man of iron nerve, and it was his coolness a nd courage that had made him in respects the greatest de tective that ever lived. While the detective had been busy looking over the album, pre vious to his op e ning of the coffin, a living face had been thrust partly through the hangings which separated the room where the corpse lay from an adjoioing apartment. It was the face of a woman, and thrilling agitation, surprise, and amazement were expressed upon her sharply cut features, as, like a basilisk, she stood and watched the motions of the man who had so boldly forced himself into the house. 'fhe woman did not screaru or attempt to give an alarm; slie only stood and watched until she saw the man select th!: particular photograph from t.he album and cross the room toward the pall covered casket; then she silently stole away from the hr.ngings and passed from the room into the hall. Cautiously and noiselessly she ascended the stairs to a third story room, which she entered without knocking. Seated in a large chair, with his head tlirown back, and fast asleep, was a colored man of gigantic proportions. attired in the dress-suit of a high-toned waiter. The woman laid her hand on the sleeping negro's arm, and the man awoke. Her pale face shone in striking contrast lo the dark features of the negro as she brouglit her head close to his ear, and whispered: "We are in peril! There is a man down-stairs-a strangerstudying the face of the dead!" The negro bad been sound asleep, and when first aroused his faculties appeaied dull, but when he heard the news imparted by the trembling woman, a startling change came over his face. Bis black face assumed a ferocious exp>:esslon, and his eyes gleamed like the orbs of an angered dog or cat. A man down in the parlor?" he said. u Yes." What is he doing?" He took the photograph of Charles and Alice from the alhum, and crossed the room and commenced to remove the head-piece from the -coffin, and then I hastened to arouse you.'' A moment the giant negro was thoughtful, but after an interval he said: "Bow did he get into the houser' "I do not know." How did you chance to discover his presence?" "I was in the back parlor. I had been asleep. I awoke, and went to look in the front room, and saw him there." "Did you scream or give any intimation of your knowledge of his presence?" No." "Was the parlor door lockedY" I know the door was locked on the inside, and I found him in the room." 'Madame," said the negro, Parthema has fulfilled her threat!" What do you mean? She has told her tale to the authorities. Slte luu ruined our mastei !" "No. no! Rhe has told our to but one peraon, and tha& person is down-st>\irs now I" .. Why do you think she has tom her talt to but one person?" The regular police would not steat into the house. they would have come openly. But one thin.I! is certain-that man down stairs has a clew. Be has come here with a purpose and on infor mation. We are in deadly peril; but we can save ourselves." "It is no time to mlnce words. You must kill that man down in the parlor-throttle him, chok1: him to death-murder 71im /" l will!" said the negro: and there was murder in 'his eyes as he rose from the chair and started tor the door leading from the room. followed by the woman. As our story progresses, our readers will learn all rhe facts which led up to the tragic incidents we have narrated. .Meantime, the steady old detective had been making a close ex7 aminution, and a sad look settled upon his face upon beholding the result of certain experiments he had made. The detective had just rnached the conclusion that It waa really a corpse, when he became aware of the presence of another person in the room. As in\imated the detective gave no sign. Be was ready and conscious that some one was stealing toward him from oehind. No man eve> lived who possessed a finer sense ot hearing than Old Sleuth. and his natural intuition was wonderful. I The 11egro. witb murder in his eye and the strength of a giant in his was jnst reaching forward to grasp the intruder, when Old bleutL turned ronml The detective held a cocked revolver in his hand, and as he thrust the weapon under the negro's nose, he said in the calmest tones "Dido t you see it., old manr Tile, negro recoiled as from the swaying head ol a excited cobra. At the same instant S:enth s glance feJi upo11 tLle pale. excited face of tue woman. as, ghost-like. it appeared bet. ween the curtain hangings ln a moment the negro recovered from his brat set-back, and demanded -""'-GOCOrdift(I to Act of Congrta, '" th 11ea1 !S'l.1, bu < Librarian of Conqrue, lfaali111Qt0fl, /; C.

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OLD SLEOTH lN PHILADELPHIA. 5 What are you doing here? Who are you?" ".I am Carl the Avenger! I am here a.; a threatening Nemesis!" came th e singular repl:v. "You are a thief! You are here t o rob the dead! I shall sum mon the police!" Do so .' The woman stepped into the room. Her form was trembling with parsion; bet eyes blazed with anger, and in deep-toned accents she t'len111nded: "Who nre you? What do you purpose?" "Madame, I have told you who I am." Victor," cried the woman, he is an assassin-a robber! Kill I him!" 'fhc huge negro did not wait to be urged. With all his gigantic h e threw himself upon the detective, and a terrible struggle follo\\ed. Sleuth was 11ot an old man; he was just in his prime, and pos sessed one of the most magnificent physiques it is possible for man to be blessed with Sleuth shook himself free from the villain's grasp, and as the fellow made a dash forward, our hero let fly and dealt him a blow which sent him reeling off his teet. The won111n at the same instant sprung forward with a stiletto in her hand, but Sleu th avoided the thrust and knocked tlle weapon from her grasp. The meantime 111iJ gnined his feet, and h e too drew a knife and made a dash at the detective, when the reliable old locust which bad resounded upon so many heads was brought into play. One blow knockert the knife from the black assassin's" grasp, and a secon d blow landed upon his woolly heml. Sleuth meant business when he struck the last blow, and H was dealt with sufficient force to drop a bull, and the negro dropped. Our hero llad noted all that he rPquirecl. jor the time being, and without a word of explanation he glided from the room and passed from the house. I The detective made his way back to the hotel, and once in ills room he sat cl.own to tllink over the exciting incidents through which he had parsed. One fact he hiid beyon:l all question. He had really fallen upon the well-wrought threads of a deep and terrible crime, and he determined to investigate the strange incidents to the very bottom. Upon the morning follow in g the startling incidents we have described, the detective read the papers containing an account of the dark tragedy that hnd occurred in the park. No clew ns to the identity of the woman had been discovered, and the police adhered to their theory that the woman was a poor, despairing unfortunate who, in a moment of remorse, had taken her own life. Our hero went to the vicinity of the home he had entered upon the previous night. There was no signs of a funeral; all was quiet and natural about lhe place. The detective" mous ed" around. looking for some one toques tion, a&d he did not have !orig to wait. A man came along, and seeing our hero watching the house, he asked: Have you ever hiid the small pox, neighbor?" "No," answered Sleuth. Then had better get away from here. They've just had a case in that mansion, and the body was only carried out a::i hour ago." The detective discovered that the man who had warned him was one of those knowing chaps who enjoy a good gossip above a meal. "Who Jives in that house?" That house was the property of Mr. Brutone, a man who at one time was a great merc;hant, but dnriog the last twenty years of his life he became a great miser. When he died it wa rumored that he l eft a greiiter fortune than was ever bequeathed before in the St ate of Penns.vi vaaia." "He made a will, eh?" "Yes, )le made a will, and George Bindal is a lucky man. I tell you, neighbor, it s strange bow tilings happen, but this morning the remaining direct heir was carried out of that house a putrid corpse, and the great fortune goes into the possession of aliens and strangers. George Bindal wa s only a step-son of old Brutone, and a foreigner at that--a Spaniard or Italian, I reckon." To whom was I he prop e rty orignally left, my friend?" To a niece and nephew of old Brutone-two of the loveliest people you ever heard or read about in all your life "They were brother and "No; they were comins Charles Brutone was the only son of an only brother and Ali c e Fairfax was the ooly daughter of an only sister. The cousins were to be married, in accordance with the dying wishes of the old man; but uow they are both gone, George Bindal, the $tep-son, who was the residuary legatee, comes in tor the whole estate.'' "flow old a man is this George Bindal?" A mi;.n about forty; and, between you and me, he is a bad man. I don't like him or any of bis family. He looks like the devil, and I believe he is one." The man approached to Sleuth, and after glancing around furtively, said in an undertone: Bet.\veen you and me, there ought to be some regular investiga iion. There is a mystery attending the death of those two young people." They ar1l both dead?"' Yes, sir." How long bas the young man been dead!" About three weeks." What IV!IS the cause of his deat : h ?" 1 He was reported to have died of small-po _x-the same disease that carried off the young lady ; and there is one thing I do not understand, the young lady did not know that her cousin and affianced was dead." TLe mystery was growing darker and deeper. "RGw long has Mr. Brutone been dead?" About two years." And he left his mo!ley to his nephew and niece?" "Yes." "How is it you chance to know the terms of the will?" "My son is a clerk with t-he lawyer who drew up the will." What is the lawyer's name?" The man gave the nama, and Old Sleuth mad e a note. Our hero observed that his informant was evidently a man la poor circumstances and exhibited a lijiing for liquor, and he invited the man to join him in a n e ighboring' restaurant. Once in the restaurant, Sleuth asked the man a great many ques tions, and elicited many strange a:ud stla:rtling facts, which will be diE.closed as our narrative progresses. The man asked: What makes you particular abo4t learning all about that family?" Ob, I'm a man of leisure, and I've a fondness for. listening to strange stories." Among other strange statements, the man said that the mansion had been quarantined for five weeks; no one but the physician had entered the house, and the funeral of th e young man hRd been private. His death was announced one day and the burial took place upon the following morning. When was the death of the young lady announced?" Last eveninO'," And the took place this morning?" "Yes.,, "Where was the girl buried?" The man told the name of the cemetery. "Who attended the funeral?" George Bind al and a man who, I think, was the doctor." As the man uttered the last remark, an unexpected, exciting incident occurred. Sleuth was amazed at hll he had heard. His clear mind sug gested one of the most cunning and diabolicnl crimes of the nine teenth century. The trnnouncement that the young people died of small-pox showed how cunning was the scheme. Sucil a death permitted an immediate burial, and would keep all inquirer s from the house. Our hero knew that the young girl hnd nnt died a victim to the horrible uisease. Ile had stood over the coffin ancl. gazed upon her calm. pure, dead face, beautiful and unmarred even in death, and the fact was established that a deep and cunning fraud had been practiced. The man who bad been the detective's informant had just men tioned the word doutor," when a man of singular Bppearance entered the ant, nnd our hero's companion at once ejacu lated in a low, startled tone: T!tere he is!" Who?" asked Sleuth. Tile doctor." Our hero glanced at the man, nnd at once read him through and through. Every lineament of the doctor's face was expressive, to ia man of Sleuth's training, experience, and natural shrewdness, of villainy. I Our hero realized that he was gazing upon the face of a man capable of any crime. The doctor was a foreigner. Our hero could not pronounce his exact nationality, but suspected that he fellow was either a halt breed West Indian or an Arab. One thing was certaln--he was not a European or an American, but he was a man of courage, in tellect, and a villain. The doctor only remained a few moments. He merely entered the restaurant to obtain a glass of seltzer water, which he drank and departed. "What is the doctor's name?" Doctor Wadji." "What countryman is he?" He claims to have been born in India of Italian parents." "Are you acquainted with him?" "No: bnt I know of him. He keeps a little herb and drug store in the lower part of tha city." Old Sleuth was gradually picking up some very startling infor mation. Where are the relatives of the Brutones?" ''They bad no re!atives; and that is the reason the old man made. his step-son the residuary legatee and guardian of the chlldren." "Is George Bindal's mot.her living?" "No; she has been dead ten year11. " t..nd did Bindal live with his step fathe1 ?" "Yes.'' "Did the nephew and niece live with him?" .. No." How long did they live with Bindal !" About two years." "What were the ages of the nephew and niece?" They were both minors." "You say your son is a clerk with the lawyer who drew up the will?" He was a clerk with him." "He is not with the lawyer now?" "Mr. Chamberlain-the lawyer-is dead." "A.ha!" muU.ered Sleuth. "I see. How long has Mr. Cham-berlain been dead?" About six months." Where is your son?" "He has gone to New York, and has opened a law office there." I

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I 6 OLD SLEUTH IN PHILADELPHIA. The detective noted the n a me and address of the young lawyer. "Do you know where the girl was buried?' asked Sleuth. "Yes; she was placed in the family vault." Sleuth h eld a further conversation with the man, and arranged for another me e ting with him. The man could not the detective's interest in the affair, hut a five-dollar bill made him a happy man. Our llero proceeded direct to the cemetery, and had liltl e diffi culty in locating the vault. Re made a close examination, an d as he walked a"'ay, he muttered: "Ahl I see what I s hall need, and to-night I will know more of this horror!" The detective was leaving the vicinity, when he m e t a man walk ing along one of the cemetery paths, a nd two discoverie s were made by Sleuth at the same instant. In the first place, h e detected at a glance that the man was in disguise. The re was so mething very suspicious in the latter fact. Th!! second discovery was the import an t intelligence that the man had seen the detective and had been watching bis movements. The detective kept upon his way and di sco ver ed that the man was followin g him. Such were the quick, observative powers of Sleuth that h e lrnd id e ntifi ed hi s man before he bad played his dodge-follow game five minutes The discovery of th e man's identity led to very strange sugges tions. a nd as the det ect ive walked along, he mutt.ered: "Ah! the game is not played out yet. Tha t man has a purpose in l oite r ing around .that tomb, and e r e anothe r day dawns I will know what his r ea l purpose is, or I'll eat my hat!" The detective wandered around the cemetery for so me time. His movements were intend ed as a draw-off. The shadow followed him, but not in such a manner as would have attracted the atten tion of a person possessed of l ess experience than the detective. Sleuth at left the ce metery, and atter a time learned that the shadow baa fallen off from th e pursuit. Returl'.tin!!: to his hotel, the "quiet man in black,'' as our hero was sometimes d es ignated began makint_ certain p1eparat.ions. He had resolve d upon a g hostly excursion. He was d e t e rmined to once more gaze upon the beautiful face of the victim, as he b e lieved, of a foul mnrrler. About nine o'clock in the evening he started forth, and his course w as toward the cemetery he had been traversing at an earlier hour. The detective reached the vault where the Brutone family were entombed. snit it did not take him long to open th e door l ea ding into the damp, chill charnel hou se Once in the place, the detec tive slid the mask of his lantern, and flMhed the light around amidst the ghastly objects on every side. In a moment his glance settled upon the casket he had seen in the parlor of the Brutone mansion Deftly he removed the head lid, and a startling discovery followed. Tlte coffin was empty! CHAPTER III. No exclamation of amazement fell from the detective's lips. He merely uttered in calm tones: "Just as I expected. By all that's strange and mysterious, I -swear that girl was living, after all! Mr first conclusion was cor rect, and now I must tind the living ; 1t was a short run for the de11.rl." The detective suddenly uttered an exclamation, as though a new idea had suddenly oc c urred to him. He cast his keen eyes around, and soon his glance rested upon a second coffin which was comparatively new. The detec tive opened the second coffin, and again he made a remarkable discovery-the second coffin was empty. Again Sleuth stood and pondered. I do not understand it he muttered. Why have they rem wed bot h bodie s-can both be livin,q ?'' The question was a momentou s one; the detective could not dis cern at the moment why either should have been spared. There was no positive evidence that either was living, but the detective chose to t a ke the view that the girl was certainly alive. -It bad been given out that both had died of small-pox, and the removal of the bodies might have been to guard against the discov ery of tbRt particular fraud; indeed, the removal might have been to cover the evidence of two foul murrlers. Sleuth weighed well all the probabilities, and. as stated, chose to believe that at let1st one of the v i ctims lived. and po ss ibly both. He was a man who could weigh probabilities beyond ordinary minds; nothing escaped his consideration when calculating the chances of some de e r mystery. All right; l know wb11.t to do now," he muttered; and with the remark a wonderful change came over his face. Quic k as a flash he seized his dark-lantern, slid the mask, drew his club, and waited with bated breath The bold man barl made the discovery that he was not alone. He be ca me conscious of the presence of some one near the entrance leading from the vault. A moment passed, and all was still, when he heard a movem e nt. The rle t ec tive was forced to the conclu s ion that he had been watrhed and followed. To be dis cove red meant death The ant.hors of the scheme he was piping could not afford to have tbe fact go nbroad that a mock funeml hnd been held over two enipty coffins, a(ter having given out the information t.hat there had been two deaths. The detective knew that whispering was going on, but he could not distinguish what was being said. He stepped close to the entrance, and beard a man say in a gentle whisper: Can you see ltim ?" "How can I see him in the dark?" The detectiv e discerned that two men were waiting for him to come out. He wou ld willingly have gone out, but he desired to catch on to a littl e more of the dialogue. "Can t you make out where he stands?" I can "The n let drive; It's the best plan for settl in g the job. If we drop him, we can close the vault, and there'll be no discovery until next funeral, and by that time we can have him boxed without a funeral." The man was inclined to be facetious. Sleuth was amused but he had no idea of being boxed so unceremoniou s ly. In answer to the man's suggestion hi s companion said: "It doesn't. make any difference where we drop him; we can box him all the sa me; there's an empty cqffiu in s ide." Our readers will t a ke note that the two men w ere c los e to each other. and spoke in so low a tone that they did not believe it pos sible they could be overheard eighteen inches distant. They knew very well they had their m a n safe enm1gh. and that he could pass out only through the on e exit from the tomh. This won't clo," said one of the men. "We can'L wait here." What shall we do?" "You have a dark lantern?" Yes." Slide the mask." "And what then? "Flash your li ght inside; I will stand with a cocked brace, and in about two minutes the man will be as dead as the old chap who had the vault built." The detective had taken the bearings of the vault, and he changed bis position. A moment, and the light fl.ashed athwart the gloom in the vault; but its bri ght ray failed to rev ea l the detective; while on the other hand, Sleuth had a dead bead on both men, had he seen fit to avail himself of his advantage. Our hero, as our readers well know, was not a blood-thirsty man. H e never took life when he could avoid it, and it was only in the extreme moment that he ever brought his weapons into play. When Old S leuth fired, somebody went down. He was one of the steadiest shots in America, and his weapons were always in perfect order. The men seemed to be bothered upon not seeing their intended victim, and yet at the very moment the detective was not more than thirty-six inches distant from the man who held tloe lantern. Hang it!" said one of them, where has he gone?" "He must be in there. He couldn't have come out," said the man who held the revolver. He is not there, and there must be some other exit from the tomb." "No; he is there! Go in!" The man hesitaterl a moment, and then said : "You step in and l will bold the li ght." H e re followed a mo :nent's delay. Neither man appeared to have the courage to step into the vault. The man who held the pistol stepped into the vault. He ad vanced one step, when sudden l y he went sprawling, and a shriek fell from bis lips as be went down from a powerful blow dealt by Old Sleuth. 81euth stood still for a moment, and then stepped into the open ing of the vault. The mail who held the light had fled, leaving his comrade to meet the peril. The detective drew his own l antern, and shut to the great iron door opening from the vault. He then fl.ashed his light on the prostrate figure of the fellow he had downe r !. The wounded man iay still, as motionless as though J.ie were dead Sleuth advanced, and bent over him, wlIPn the fellow, who was only playing 'possum, attempted t o level his pistol. The weapon WM kicked from his hand, and he lay at the mercy of the detective. Our hero examined the man closely. The fellow was not -an European, an Indian, or a negro; and yet his complexion was dark and tawny, and his eyes glittered like the orbs of an angry snake. The detective placed the fellow at a glance. He was evidently an E11.st Indian, possibly a born thug. The dark-faced thug lay perfectly still after having been baffied in nttempt to shoot S leuth passed from the vault, closed the door behind him, and slid the great boll. As the iron bolt shot to its place, there issued a from inside the tomb. It was mil;lnight as tb e det.ective started to walk toward the en trance t o the c e metery, and be hall traversed half the distance. when suddenly he felt something strike him upCin the head, and the next instant, quick as a flash, Old Sleuth's band flew up and he grabbed a noose that bad been deftly thrown over his head . Never during his whole career had he run such a desperate chance; and only one precaution which had been adopted a-galnst another peril saved his lif e In the wrist of his coat he carried an adjusiable knife, an arrangement of his own, and as the rope tight ened about his neck the knife severed the strands. Even in such a mojllent of extreme peril the detective's presence of mind did not forsake him; as he cut the noose with one hand he seized t.he leading line with the other. and quick as lightning slipped the noose round his boot and fell to the gro und. As the detective fell to the ground, the rope tightened around his boot. It was the tightest squeeze the detective had ever endured b.ut be lay perfectly still. A few moments passed, and the tug nt the lon g line ceased; aml still the detective lay motionless until his wonderful instinct

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OLD SLEUTH IN PHILADELPHIA. warned him that some object was crawling toward him in i.i snake like manner_ Sleuth bided his time. The dark-skinned assassin crept. to within a f e w feet, almost near enough to reach out. and feel his victim \\'ith his extended arm; then he came to a halt and waited. The det!!ctive lay motionless, having adjusted the murderer's deathrope so as to make it appear that it encir c led his neck Soon the assassin moved again. He crept close to the prostrate detective, and bent over him so that his treacherous lips came close to th o e of our hero, and then the denouement ensued. Sleuth s strong arm suddenly encircled the man's neck The fellow wriggled like a rabbit ca ught in a trap. The detective turnrd th e fellow over, and planting his knee on his chest, asked: Well, l'tian, what have you been up .to this evening?" Th e man trembled all over, as in a feeble tune he said: Me make a mistake." "I don't think I'd make any mistake if I were to strangle you; but, h n n g it you're a poor miserable heath en, and not worth kill fog. But mark me well, you get out of Philadelphia; if I find you in thi s city two days from now, l'll kill you!" The detective rose to his feet and bid the assassin rise The fellow lay still, like a worm coiled on the ground. The detective did not stamp on him. He din the other thing. He gave the rascal a kick, just where kick s are usually dealt. and the fellow turned over and in an instant was on his feet As he Tose, th e rletective gave him a genuine lifter, a kick that raised him dear off the ground inches. As the 1!1an landed, he darted .away, and the detective once more proceeded toward the exit from the cem e t e ry. As our hero walked along he indu lged his old time habit, and
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8 OLD IN PHILADELPHIA. have seen the body; smell this, and tell me whether or not yori recognize the odor. Raise your veil." The old woman raised her veil, and the doctor put the vial to her nostrilii, and the next instant the disguised Sleuth sunk back in sensible. I thought so," muttered the doctor; and for a moment he stood over the insensible old w o man with a demoniac expression of tri umph upon his dark face. The cunning doctor bad prepared for the old woma.n a drug so powerful that one sniff produced instantaneous insensibility. The man was a deep and cunning fellow and the very moment the disguised Sleuth spoke of the girl, a suspicion flashed through the poisoner's mind that a detective was on his track The r e lay the great Sleuth, helpless and insensible. That brain which had so often defeated cunning nnd treachery had been put to sleep by one sniff of a tiny vial in the hands of the Indian doctor. On!y a moment did the doctor stnnd and contemplate his work Be had but silenced the detective temporarily; it was nec(ssary to silence him forever. Doctor Wadji again openeg bis cabinet and selected another vial, and with the glass ii\ his hand, he approached the sleeping de tective. The doctor made a movement to pour some liquid in the insensible man's ear, when the dete c tive opened bis eyes. There was a stern look upon his face. 'The doctor recoiled. ::lieu th Raid. still imilfLtin g the tone :ind m a nn e rs of a n old woman: "Doctor, I reckon it's nil ti g ht. 0nly that must ha\'e been the stuff that was g iven to th e young larly Why, it would almost appear that you gave it to her. Who a re you?" demanded Ill e. doctor," why have you come h e re?" I told you my bmiuess. Ca n yon give me 1 h antidote?" The doctor cast his gli11e tin g <>yes nronnd. A new project haa en tered his l iead. He was now aRsutcll that hi s visitor was a od motionless Sleuth suddenly l eaped forward and grasped the arm that held th e pistol a nd wrested it fr o m th e man's grasp. "Yon are act in g in a high h a nded manner!" Yes; it 's a way I've go t. And now doctor, where is the body of the g irl?"' I do n ot know. But li ste n. lf there is anything wrong, I offer t o ass i s t you in discovering who has perpetrated the wrong." "Thank you; but I do not need the sort of assistance you proffer. You a r e the man who has done the wrong." The n arrest me." "I n m not a fool! Y o u have played a deep game. You do aot f ea r.arrest because you think you have covered your tracks, but 1 will uncover th em before I get throu g h with you!" I do not unde r s t a nd you, sir." "Doctor, you are from the Indies?" "Well!" "You sen t two thugs to murder a man whom you suspected won Id visit that tomb?" "It's false!" 'fhe two men were couu t r yme n of yours." "I know of them." The detective seized hold of the doctor. The latter was like a child in Ill e grip of th e muscular detective. Sleutn had terrible eyes when lie cllose to throw a w a rning light into them. H e l ea n ed forw ard placed hi s lip s close to the ear, and whis p e r ed: "Surrender the body of the g irl or I will strangle you! As the detective spoke, his p o w e rful fingers c losed round the thro:i.t of th e doct o r Our hero b ad ofttimes forced men, mlder cirtmmstances,, to yield; but, for on ce h e encountered a man whose lips would not unclose, even to escJ1pe s tran g nlation The detective r e lax e d hi s grasp. The doctor s howed no sign of fear, a nd said: I nm not afraid of death Sleuth stoou for a moment considering what he should do. H e had hoped tn force the doctor to a confession. Be was satistied he might as well seek to make a stone talk. CHAP'l'ER V Oun hero could not have arrested the man. He could have mad e the whole thin g public, and have invited an investigation, but he could prove n o thing. Slenth at l ength decided upon a plan. Be drew from his pock e t a pair of handcuffs, and quick as a wink he adjnsted them upon the doctor's wrists Having handcuffed the fellow, our hero crossed the room, and. lock e d and bolt e d the door of the office on the ibside Having lock e d and bolted the door, the detective said ; Now, doctor, before I go further, I've a few words tc-"Proceed. "You are a smart man, you have conceived a brilliant scheme, but I am well in on your track. I've uncovered every move; you can not win You now have a chance to save yourself."

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OLD SLEUTH IN PHIL.ADEL PHI.A. 9 1 am not seeking to save myself "We may as well understand each other; we will talk plain. As maUers stand, you have a part of your game ;vet well covered, but before I get through I will have everything laid open.'' "You are th.; doctor: proceed." There was something wonderful ln the villain's nerve and utter coolness. Sleuth had never encountered such a man before. The detective remained silent for a few moments, and steadily studierl the doctor's face. "There Is a chance for you to save yourself, doctor; but it is your last chance." I am asking nothing at your hands." I will find that body-both bodies-and bring them in the end :as testimony against you." I defy you, because I am an innocent man! I am willing that .all my acts should be investigated. I will go with you to jail with out resistance I have nothing-more to say." "Very well. It's you or I-you will come to the gallows, or I to my grave at your hands or instigation! But, mark me, I shall press this matter clear through to the bitter end." "Go on!" I shall array George Bindal against you.'' 1'he doctor changed color. Sleuth noted that he had struck l!ome at last. You he'l\rd what I said?" 1 Yes." "You have played false to George Bindal." "He is the man to complain not you." And vou will not treat with me?" "I will not." "You propose to take all the chances?" "I do; an innocent man's chance$. I am now convinced that you're employed by Bind11l to come here and intimidate me into becoming an accessory to any scheme he may have, but you will n:::>t succeed. I nm an hone8t man, and can not be bought to do a wrong hy n!I th e wealth of George Bindal! Please i;emember my words, and listen, and should new facts be developed, you will know how to use them." Tile detective gazed R.t the man in amazement He was the most level-headed :villain the veteran had ever encountered. "You scoundrel!" sairl the detectiv e, "yo'u invite me to pro ceed? I will, and when I am through I will bring forth a denoue ment that will shake even your guilty sou!!" Our hero placed a gng in the man's mouth; the doctor submitted without resistance to the indignity, and when Sleuth bound his feet the fellow's eyes gal"e no sign. Ha\'ing secured his man, the detective ovened a door opposite to the one opening into the store, and found himself in a narrow pas!lageway. He ascended a stair-way and found himself later on passing thrnngh a suite of neatly furnished rooms. The body has not been brought here," he muttered, and he descended the stairs. The detective was about to re-enter the office, and was feeling along the wall for the door, when suddenly he came to a dead halt, and lhe old-time expression, "I'll be hanged!" fell from his lips. The hallway was dark, and that fact necessitated feeling for the d00<, which he had closed on leaving the office, and it was the latUlt fact, which will be seen as we proceed, that led to a remarkable discovery. The East Indian doctor's house was a man-trap, full of all man ner of contrivances, and as our narrative proceeds our :readers will learn why the wretch, the deliberate, cold-blooded monster, had made residence a net-work of death-dealing devices. The detective drew his masked-lantern, and slipping the mask, let the sharp ray of light run along the side wall of the hall. It was seemingly an ordinary pe.rtition; but the detective was looking for something He had seen ordinary partitions before, and many times had gone behind them acd. made the most wonder ful discoveries. Tbe detective took from his pocket a curious little Instrument. He was quite a mechanic and a skillful inventor, and he had utilized almost every branch of mechanical science to aid him In his profession. The curious little instrument was placed upon the wall, and the detective moved it along slowly, and soon there came a little indi cation that caused him to remark: I thought so The instrument was moved backward along the wall, and, after a moment, there came a second Indication. So far so good," muttered Sl:mth; and he went down in his pocket and brought. forth a second Instrument, and the latter was moved across the partition. It was a tedious job. He was compelled to move his tell tale very slowly; but he was a man of rare patience and untiring energy, and at length he won, as annoimced by his exclamation: Eurekal" The detective pressed his hand upon a part of the partition and the wall broke. Skill, patience, and ingenuity were rewarded. 'fhe detective had found a secret spring, and upon touching the spring, which had been cunningly placed way down in the surbase of the partition, a door opened, and a secret stair-way was revealed. The detective descended the stair-way, and soon found himself in a stone-ceiled cellar with several in1ersecting passages The detective had kept his dark-lantern in his hand, and was moving slowly when sudd!mly he tripped over an object. He lowered his lantern, and !us fell upon a portion of a human form, and a closer examination revealed the fact that it was part of the body of a female. For once in his life the dP.tective was set clean back; his blood ran cold. "What does this mean?" he mutte'red. "Oh, can it be possible that I discovered a pa1t of what was in that coffin? The defective moved on and soon saw a door. He pushed the door open, crossed the threshold, and stepped into fhe room. He had run into a trap, and he realized his peril in an instant, but it was too late to avoid the immediate consequences. The door had banged to after his entrance, and when he sought to open it he discovered that it was a spring-lock. He was a pris oner; the door could only be opened from the outside. I'm here," he muttered, "and I'll just look around a bit before I take measures to get out of this nice little man-trap." Suddenly a new danger threatened the detective, and he was called upon to face the most subtile peril mortal man ever encoun tered. There came to his senses a peculiar odor The detective snifJed the air, and his brave heart for once stood still. He had evidence of the cunning of the doctor, and when he caught the odor he had everything to fear. D eat h stmed him in the face-an easy deuth forsooth; but the agony did not come of the certainty of death, but chagrin to think how easily -he had been caught in a trap by the monster Doctor Wadji. The detective tried to force the door; but it would not yield, and he knew it would take time to force it, and time he did not have at that fearful moment Sleuth suddenly uttered a glad cry. Hope once more glowed in his heart: He recognized the odor, and his wonderful mind gested a chance for escape, even from the strange and terrible peril that had come upon him so suddenly. The detecti\'e drew a match from hiG pocket, ignited it, and ran the tiny blaze around the room. Suddenly there came a report, and a bright flame shot forth from one corner of the floor. Sleuth laughed-laugherl almost hysterically. His wonderful presence of mind had aided him in protecting himself against one of the most cunning schemes ever conceived for the committal of a murder. He subsequently learned how his peril had come about. The door was arranged on an automatic principle. When It banged to it turned the stop-cock of a gas-pipe, and as there was no vent, death from sufiocation was but a question of time, and a very brfof period of time at best. The detective, having overcome the immediate peril, set to work to open the door. When the door was forced open, the veteran remarked: "Well, doctor, you didn't catch me this time; but you came very close-much closer than I ever want another villain like your self to come!" Having made sure of his safety, the detective glanced around the room, and soon made the positive discovery that the herb-store was only a blind. The doctor was engaged in a criminal business, and the secret of the death arrangements and man-traps were explained. A few moments later and he returned to the office where he had left the monster bound and tied. He removed the gag from the man's mouth and unbound him. The doctor, upon being released, seated himself in a chair, but said nothing. At length our hero remarked: "Well, you are the most consummate rascal I ever met! You claim to be an honest man, eh?" I am an hopest man." "I have been down in your cemetery." "I carry on a business there. You may think you have made a great discovery but I can refer to the professors in the college, who will all tell you I am an honest man. It is for them to account for the subjects." Have you made a subject of Alice Fairfax?" I know nothing about Fairfax." "You know nothing about the attempt to murder rue?" How could I attempt to murder you? Did you not leave me here bound hand and feet?" The detective concluded that he had nothing more to make on that lay for the time being, and he said: You will hear from me again." Why do you not arrest rue?" There was a glitter of triumph in the doctor's eyes as he threw out his words of-defiance. He thought he had won-believed he had baffled Sleuth. Sleuth l e ft the place. He had placed all the female apparel In a bag which he had carried with him upon his entrance into the place. The detective was a busy man. It was night when hl:l reached his hotel, and as he sat over the lie had ordered, he revolvd in his mii:;d all the exciting incidents he had encountered. Sleuth was forced to the conclusion thai the girl was dead-that. her body had been stolen merely to avoid any possible suspicion as to the real cause of her death. He eat his meal, and then made preparations for a little sur prise business in another direction. He had failed with the doctor. He hoped to succeed In another direetiCln. It was midnight when two people sat in the rear parlor of the Brutone mansion. There were no servants in the house save two, and those two were in league with the man who, since the death of Alice Fair fax, claimed to be the owner. One of the two was a man-a tall, powerful-looking fellow-who had evident!y just returned from a journey. The man and woman had been talking in an eager manner, and we come in upon them just as the man remarked: I

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10 OLD SLEUTH IN PHIL.A.DELPHIA.. And you say you found a man in the parlor standing over the body of Alice. Who was he?" How should I know? What excuse did he give for entering the house?" "He gnve no excuse." And where was Victor all the time?" I summoned him." Why did nnt Victor strangle him?" He would have done so, but the man laid Yictor out so quickly, the giant did not know who struck him." This is stran!te news, Sara." It is strange."'' "And Porthenia is dead?" Yes; she is dead, and to hc!r we owe the presence of that man." This is bad business, Sara. The girl must have betrayed us." The gil 1 became conscience-stricken. The moment she had administered the dose to Alice she becaltle like a crazy woman." You should have set a watch over her." "We did more. Doctor Wadji gave her a dose-a potion.'' And it did not quiet her?" In some way sile must ha\'"e fooled us by not taking the potion. She escaped from the house, and within an hour she was found dead in the park." The man appeared greatly troubled by all that he heard, and he remarked: It would have been better had i remained here." CHAPTER VI. YEs," said the woman, it would have been better had you remained at home." What has become of the body of Parthenia?" Therein comes the myst.ery. If the girl did betray us, the one to whom she betrayed us has remained silent. He did not appear at the inquest, and no disclosures were made: the suicide was declared a party ui:known. She was buried in Potter's Field, and the mat.ler has quieted down." There is something strangely mysterious about all this. What does the doctor say?" "Nothing. He was present at the inquest, but you know he is a man who never speaks." The man was sllent for a moment, but at length he said: I wonder if we could manage to get him out of the way with one of his O'llZll doses?" But what shall we do with the mysterious man who was stand-ing over the ccffin ?" Sara, 1 do not believe Parthenia betrayed us." What do you suspect?" I suspect the doc;.,or had some design, and that he sent the man here.''. What would he send him here for, George?" "That man. has made a preposterous demand.'' What was his de mand ?" Half the estate." "We can not spare him a penny!" exclaimed the woman, as a strange glitter shone in her eyes "We must pay him-pay him well-but I do not propose to &hare my estate with him." "Suppose he should betray us?" He would only p i ace the noose round his own neck. He is the astaSsiu. '' 'i'he woman was silent. She had a marked face-a countenance that expressed more resolution and courage than is generally seen upon the face of a woman. After a moment she sairl: George, I think we have reason to fear that man." I know we have reason fear him, and I mean to have him out of the way." A st!ange suspicion has come over my mind." If you suspect him of being capable of treachery, you are not wrong." I suspect more." Well, let me hear it." That man loved Alice!" Suppose he did Jove her?" .. A man would not kill a woman he loved i:.nless in a fit of jealousy." But we know this man did kill the woman he loved, in case your suspicion as to his love is correct." 'fhat is not my suspicion." What is your suspicion?" "That he did not kill her,!" "Why, woman, you are going mad! Did you not see her lying dead in her coffin?" She seemP.d to be dead." "Then why did you permit her to be carried from the hous.e if sno was not dead? Sara, this is all nonsense!" "lt is not nonsense!" "You say some one else indulged the suspicion?" Y es-t!:le man who stood over the coffin." :S:ow do you kDow?" I heard him mutter as he stood over the coffin, She appears to be dead, but, as I live, she lives!' " What could he hnve meant?" ".Just what he said." Bah I it was a game of the doctor." Yes, it was a game of the doctor." The womau spoke in a meaning tone: What is his game? When he was engaged to do this job how much were you to pay him?" Some thousands of dollars." And now he demands a million?" "Yes." "You know the doctor well?" I do; but he will never force that sum from me." Suppose the girl is living, and in the custody of the doctor?" "The girl is dead." "She has been removed from the coffin; the body is gone .!" "Mercy, woman! What is this you are telling me?" I am telling you the truth." "How do you know the body is not in the tomb?" I sent to see. Two people were disappointed, for another party went to the tomb." "Who?" I do not know; but the coffin had been opened before he reached there." "Who could it have been?" I suspect it was the same party who entered this house." Sara, you are telling me dreadful news." I know I am; but I tell you something strange is going on. We have a bitter enemy somewhere, some person who knows too much." The man was thoughtful for a few moments, but at length heo said: I begin to see through the game, Sara." What do you see?" "The g irl is really dead." "Well?" But he intends to make us believe that she still lives." That is my idea, George. But now tell me, brother, who the man who stood over the coffin?" George Bindal could not answer the question that had been put to him by his sister. The latter was a remarkable woman-an ambitious woman-end our readers will excuse us if, right here, we open up a little or the previous history of the parties lo whom they have been introduced in the pages of our narrnti ve. A noted Spanish actress had met and charmed an American, wh<> had been a temporary sojourner in Madrid. The woman at thii time was a widow, and the mother of..two children. The American was Mr. Brutone, and the beautiful actress-beautiful at the age of fifty-was the mother of George and Sara Bindal. After her marriage, Mrs. Brutone, nee Mrs. Bindal, left the stage, and after several years spent in Europe, accompanied her husband to America, where she died, several years before the death of her husband. George Bindal and his sister had resided with their and always expected to inherit his property, imtil after his death: when a lawyer produced a will which was duly witnessed, and, in time, properly probated. This sister had been in Europe when her step-father died. She was living in Paris, and was reputed to be a great American heir ess A stranded duke had fallen in love with her, and would have married her had it not been that the will was produced. The woman was mad with rage, and at once set to work-to influ ence her brother to make himself the residuary legatee. As intimated in our preceding chapte rs, according to the of the will the step son was to inherit in case the nepbew and niece should die without issue. The step-daughter had no int erest ln the will. Sara Bindal had always exerclsed a great influence over her brother, who was still a bachelor. The sister was also a very am bitious creature, and when she managed to become engaged to a. duke, the grand end of her life was accomplished George Bindal was easily inil.uenced, as he was an avaricious and grasping man, and, strangely he also had become affianced to rank, having won the affections of the daughter of a Russian prince. George had been to India, and while there he had made the acquaintance of a famous snake-charmer, magician, and phy s i c ian, and years later in the United States he had met his former acquaintance, the Indian doctor, ip the person of Doctor Wadji, the pretended herbalist. George Btndal ciid not renew the acquaintance until such. time as he needed the doctor's services, and then he proceeded in a very cunning manner to do so. He was a cunning man in his way, and he soon learned that the doctor was engaged in criminal practkes, and he took advantage of bis knowledge to engage the Indian as a confederate in his scheme of murder. A contract was made with Doct.or Wadji, and it was the active brain of the woman who arranged the horrible scheme. George Bindal, at his sister's request, had absented himself while the terrible crime was being perpetrated. The woman was wonderfully deep and ferseeing. She consid e1 ed that George, being the heir, it was necessary for his skirts to be clean before the law, in case of accident or discovery. Charles Alexander Brutone, the nephew, was at first disposed of in a manner which will be disclosed as our story progresses; but before his taking off a greater wrong had been done him. Charles and Ali c e loved each other. Their love was pure and intense They had been strangers until the death of their uncle, owing to a family feud, so common between families since the world commenced. Alice was a remarkable girl. She had been educated with the idea that she was to earn her own living, and the result. was she became a wonderfully accomplished young lady, being an expert in music and all modern accomplishments, including a thorough knowledge of all the modern languages. She was as beautiful as she was accomplished, and as lovely in

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OLD SLEUTH IN PHILADELPHIA. 11 her temperament as she was beautiful. She was a girl of decided talenM, strong impulses, and impetuous disposition. Charles Brutone was also a handsome man, and fairly accom plished. He was brave, honprable, and lovable and it was not stranl):e that after a tim e the two yonng people should learn to de light m the provisions of the will, which practically made it obligavny for them to marry in order to inherit . The war against the happy young lovers commenced at once, and it was a deep, cunning, and heartless woman who carried on the scheme. Sara Bindal was a handsome woman, and a perfect lady in her deportme.nt, and al s o had enjoyed a large experience in what is called the very best society. She WM a charming woman when she desired to be so, and she at once set herself to charm Alice Fairfax. Having won the lovely girl's confidence, the designing woman oogan to carry out her fell purpose. Carefully she commenced creating in the mind of Alice a doubt and rlistrn8t of the love and faithfulness of Charles. Alice was of a jealous dispositiou, and the wicked woman :first played upon the latter element in her character. She first offered little suggestions as to its being unfortunate that their uncle had not left the choice to their in c liuations. One d t \y Alice and Sam were together, when the latter dropped a casual word which caused Alice to 11Sk "Why do you say that, Ram, The woman at once sought to play the artful dodge of oot desir ing to answer, making it appear .that her declaration had been involuntary. Sara I wish you would tell me just what you mean." Alice, I love you as mother neve,r loved child." I believe you, Sam, and I wish you would explain the many dark suggestions you have dropped lately. The time !las come when I must insist upon an explanation. I love Charles, but I would rather sacrifice my interest in the estate than marry an un wort ,hy man." "Oh, Alice, po not urge me to speak!" "I do urge you-I command you to spe11.kl" "Not now, child, not now: some other time. I may be mistaken. Let me wait a d11.y or two, A.lice. I would not wrong Charles for all the world. But, Alice, I love you. I would not see you sacri ficed to a selfish m11.n. Indeed, girl, I will spe11.k plainly just onc'l-1 would not see you betrayed!" Oh, Sara, what terrible suspicion are you suggesting?" Alice bad become g reatly agitated; her eyes shone with unusual brilliancy, her face was pale, and her lovely features were con Tnlsed with apprehension In a seemingly reluctant tone, Sara Bind11.I said: "A.lice, did you ever consider the cruel terms of your uncle's will?" "Never until now." In case you die the whole estate goes to your cou s in Charles Alexander Brutone: should hfl die, the whole estate goes to you." "There is nothing cruel in that provision ,' said the girl. Charles and I are th e only surviving heirs and relatives." "No; there is nothing r.ruel in that provision; but if either refuses to marry the other, the one who refuses loses all interest in the estate, becomes as though he or she were dead as far as the will is concerned; to inherit jointly you must marry!" The wily woman put peculiar stress upon the words, "you must marry.'' Charles and l love each other. He loves me devotedly, and I-ob, 8ara, words can not express my love for Charles!" The woman who was insidiously distilling her poisonous venom did not reply immediatqly, but permitted a peculiar expression to S"..Jadow her handsome face. She made it appear that she could say something, but did not care to speak. "'It is cruel of me to speak; but, A.lice, 1 must say that I have discovered that Charles is avaricious." "It's false!" "Enough, dear girl: I will say no more." "But you sllall say more. Yon musi have some grounds for all you have said. Yes, Sara, you must tell me all that you suspect." "You think Charles loves you?" "I know he loves me." How do you know it, child?" He has told me eo over and over again." Let me suppose a ell.Se, A.lice remember the terms of the will, then suppose it were possible that Charles had loved before he met you-before he knew the cruel terms of your uncle's w.ill. Suppose Charles were an avaricious man; under the terms of the will could he do aught else but tell you that he loved you? To refuse to m11.rry you wouM cost him a Oh Sam, Sfua, you are killin g me! I never looked upon it in th a t lig ht. I believed Charles. I love him He told me he loved me, nnd I believed him. "Alice, h e may love you, bnt alas! even loving you, there are reasons whj lie might seek to deceive you " Do not torture me; tell me 1ili." "No, no : you would go to Charles and upbraid him." "Never!" Enough, Alice I know w e ll that, when once you possess the proofs of hi s trea c hery. your pride will prevent you from repe a ting aught to him. Your lif e i s in danger!" I do not understand you." If you were dead, Charles would become the heir, the sole lltlir?" "Yes." Sara Bindal's face was pale, and she spoke in u she said: Y n must watch Char lea." whispar, "Why?" "Alice, we have reason to fear that Charles has already at ten!pted to murder you!" Ob, no! oh; no! This is some terrible dream, or you are madl Yon do not know what you say!" Can you dissimulate, Alice?" "Do you mean deceive Charles?" I only mean can you contr;>l yourself for a fow days and llOt betray your suspicions?" I can '' "Enough! I will speak out. Charles bas held frequent con versations with a man whom the police suspect is a dealer in aecret potions and poisons. Come with me, and I will show you some thing. But, child you must be firm; I am saving your life." Sara led the a_gitated girl to her cousin's room. She opened a bureau drawer and coolly drew forth a little book which contained the most damning evidence of Charles Brutone's perfidy. CH A.P'l'ER VII. "SEE this," said Sarn Blada!; 11.nd she showed Alice a little book with the leaf turned down at a particular page; and the page was well thumbed, !\S the book had been carefully studied. The volume was a httle book by an Italian chemist, and was a treatise on the uses and 1 abuses of suhtile poison,s. Why should Charles study this book?" demanded Sara in 111 hoarse whisper. Alice turned deathly pale. "Is this all you have whereon to found your suspicion?" "What other evidence have you?" "Are not these sufficient?" They are not sufficient to break my faith in niy cousin. He: may be studyin& chemistry and, indeed, there may be a dozen ex planations for his study of this book." "But his intimacy with a dealer in subtile poisons?" "May all be explaineaaway. I shall ask Charles about it." "And invite your own death! No, no, you shall not speak to him; you have promis ed me that you will not until you have posi tive proofs." A d11.y or two passed, when one day Sam met Charles Brutone in the !Jail. She asked him to take a glass of lemonade up to Alice. The young man took the glass 11.nd proceeded upstairs He. knocked at the door of his cousin's room, and was bid to enter. Alice looked pale and sick. My dear," said the young man, how ill you look. Come, here is a nice glass of lemonade I have prepared for you. Drink some of it and yon will feel refreshed I" "Leave it on th e t11.ble, Charles; I will drink it by and by." The remark, I have prepared for you," was a careless slip of the tongue; the young m11.n had intended to say, I !lave brought you." He urged Alice to drink the add-w ater, but she declined, anrl a few moments later, after many endearing expressions, he lc3ft the room. Half an hour later the young man came down the stairs from his own room, and as he passed t!Je door of A.lice's room, he asked: How do you feel, my dear?" I am feeling better." "Did you drink the lemonade?" "Not yet." Drink it, darling; I know you will feel much better," called the young man; and ha passed on down-stairs, and a moment later the street door closed after him. As the young m.an went out, a pale-faced woman passed by the sta'.rs and entered the presence of Alice. How do you feel, my dear?" asked Sara Bindal. Oh, Sara, I shall die!" Ji.re you sick?" Yes, sick at heart. Despite my efforts to fue contrary, I can; not suppress a distrust in Charles " Hav e you noted anything tt:nding to confirm our suspicions?" "Nothing. Vharles appears to me as frank and lovable 1111 ever; but I baye been thinking, t.hinkingl" "Of what. have you been thinkmg,,dear child?" The terms of that hateful will; and 1 have come to a certain determination." What determination have you reached?" "I shall refuse to m11.rry Charles." "'!'hen he will inherit all the money!" That i s just what I desire. It will be best." "Yes; and he will recoqnize it as a test, and will refuse to release yon from your promise to marry him." Not if he loves Aome one else." A pleased smile gle11.med upon the face of the scheming woman. She began to recognize the effect of the subtile poison she had in stilled into the beautiful girl's mind. Sara Bindal, after a moment, pretended tc suddenly behold a. glass of lemonade. Oh, there is a nice glass of lemonade, A.lice; will you drink it?" No; Charles made it for me, and brought it up, and urged me to drink it; but I do not like lemonade; but he was very anxious I should drink it." Do you intend to drink it?" "No.'' Then I will-it looks as though it were very nice." The woman went to the table. 'fbere was an expression upon her face that was simply demoniacal, as she raised the tempt mg. looking glass of lemonade to her lips. She took a sip, an exc.lama tion fell from her lips, and her countenance assumed an expression. of horror and terror. Wonderfully well did the woman act her part.

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OLD SLEUTH IN PHILADELPHIA . What is the matter?" demanded Alice, a look of amazement ; her beautiful face. Bara Bindal managed to. make her wicked face appear ghastly, as she said in a husky voice: Oh, Alice, did Charles really prepare this for you?" "Yes." "'And urged you to drink it?" "Yes, yes," came th e response in a husky voice. Alice began to fear the worst; and well she might, so well did :sara.Bimla l ac t her part. Alice hid h e r face in her hands, and the scheming Sara improved the oppo1'tnnity. There was an expression upon the woman's face that was perfectly fiendish, as she emptied a little vial of colorleSl! lliquid in the lemonade. The wicked plot was being well carried out. Alice, once again I must ask you, did Charles urge you to arink the lemonade?" said Sara Bindal. "He did." "I fear, child, 'that we now have the most damning proofs." What do you mean?" There is something wrong with the drink.'' What can be wrong?" "'We shall see." 'There was a cage of birds in the room. The woman said: Wat.ch me, Alice; we shall learn the truth." -Sara Bindal poured some of the lemonade into the little drink ing-bottle attached to the cage. One of the birds bopped down and drank of the water, and im mediately it fell over dead. Both women stood transfixed. A mom'!nt's awful followed. The silence was broken by Sara Bind al, who asked in a voice of deep huskiness: Why should Charles urge you to drink that lemonade?" 'l'be query fell upon ears that heard not. Allee had fainted. Sara caught the girl in her arms, 11nd at once corr.menced apply-ing restoratives. In time she succeeded; Alice revived. My dear child, do not fear," murmured S!lra. In tOnes ot wonderful firmness Alice said : I wish I had drunk the l e monade. I should rather have died than have learned of Charles' perfidy!" Alice, you must n e ver see him again : " Why :;houl:l h e seek to kill me? Oh, rl es, Charles! had it been any other drink I would h a \e taken 1t, and I would never have discovered that you are a villain -a murderer-and it would have been better so! Yes, I would that I had died!" "I,isten Alice, now I can speak plainly : the mask has been thrown oft'. My brother has been upon the track of your cousin, and has made a most terribie discovery." Do not ten me more." "Yes, child, you shall listen. What I have to t e ll you will, to a certain extent, excuse Charles, and explain why he was urged to attempt this terrible deed." "No, no; do not tell me any morel" "Listen, Alice: he was urg ed on to do the deed." .. By whom? Who urged Charles to murd e r me?" "His wife." .. Char1es has II wife?" Will you li ste n to the s tory ? Your cous in is not so greatly to blame as may appe111 at glance. He was charmed, poor boy! by a wicked, and beautiful woi;i:ian. She inve_igled him into a marriage, and she has us ed her mfluence over him to lead him on to the comm ittal of this terrible crime. The young man is mad. She has infatuated him. Be is under a spell, lik e a bird fluttering under th e glance of a serpent." Alice stood whil e li steniug to the false tale that was being poured into her ea r by a femal e fiend. "Your brother learned a ll this? "Yes" Why did you not tell me the horrid truth?" I could not do it, Alice; and l s hould st ill h ave remained silent. if it had not been for the rev e lation of that glass of lemonade." "Oh, Sara, what shall I I never to again gaze on the face of the man who has thus betrayed met "You must l eave this house, and then my brother will tax yonr cousin to his face-tell him of the discovery." While Sara Bindal was wnrking her scheme against Alice, another confederate wns playing an equa lly wicked game against Charles Brutone . [Jpon tbe very day that the in c idents we have detailed above took place. a f earfu l tragedy occurred . A young man, whose id eut!ly for the present our reader s must guess, received a missive callin g him to a n appo intm ent on the banks of U1e Schuylkill Rivel'. Late in the afternoon of the same day a young man was w11lktng along the banks of the river, when s uddenly a rope went hurtlin g through the a ir. ]t fell across th e shoulders of th e young man; it tightened ahout his t hroat. He had not time to make an outcry; 1he work of the s tr ang ler was too quick. The young man fell to -:.he ground and expired, th;, unsuspecting victim of a 'l'wo glitte rin g eyed, tawny faced men stole from a thicket and advanced toward the \Jody. The assassins exchanged n few when they lifted th e body fa their arms, and II moment later it WRS cast into the river. A few weeks later there was a funeral in the Brutone mansion; the funeral which has been a lluded to in a previous chapter. It was give n ont that the young man, Charles Bru tone, had died of small-pox. A horror of the terrible disease had kept friends from making inquiries, and the same cause permitted a privete fllnera!. Our readers will recollect that when Old Slenth visited the nuh in the cemetery he opened the coffin and found it empty, as he did the .casket which should contained the body of Alice A time came when the discovery started Sleuth upon an e.xtraor dinary trail, and it was but a few weeks later on that the trail was begun. Meantime, poor Alice was ignorant of all that had occurred. She was stopping at a country house which was part of the Brutone property . Sara Bindal came often to see Alice, who was under the tem porary charge of Victor and Parthenia, and during her visit there came a denouement. Parthenia was a French girl who had long been in the service of Sara Binda!. She bad been an unfortunate woman, and had been befriended by Miss Bindal, who later on took her into her employ, and in time made her a confederate and confidante. Parthenia had acted as a decoy in the tragedy 'l'.l'hich resulted in the murder on the banks of the Schuylkill; and when the second murder took place, the girl, filled with remorse, killed herself, as described in a prE>ceding chapter, and left the letter which started the veteran Sleuth upon the trail of mystery. A& narrated, Sara visited Alice at stated intervals, and always brought some to her of Charles Brutone's perfidy. One day Victor and Parthenia dropped a few words which caused Alice to ask some pertinent questions. "Sara," she said, "is Charles Brutone ill?" Sara Bindal pretended to be sllrpriEed, and asked: Why do you make such an inquiry?" I overheard a few words that passed between Victor aud Parthenia." The deceived girl did not dream that the words had purposely been spoken In her hearing at the instigation of the scheming Sara. Did Victor and Parthenia tell you anything?" "I diu not ask them; I waited to speak with you." My poor child, already retribution has fallen upon the head of Charles." Is he dead?" demanded Alice in an agitated tone. "No; he is not dead. But he is very ill." I must go to him." "Why, child, you are crazy! Would you go to the maa who sought to murder you ?" Still I must go to him." "No, no: it is impossible. Listen, Alice: bis wife is with him." AlicE> recoiled It would not be proper for you to go, child." It is enough. I will not go." A few days passed, and Sara called again to see Alice. The scheming woman looked shocked and sad. "How is Charles?" asked Alice. Charles is dead He was buried a few hours after his death, according to law." A few days passed and Alice was brought ha ck to her home, and at once a scheme was set on foot to murder. the poor girl as her innocent cousin h ad been murdered Our readers are acquainted with all that occurred up to the time that Slei1th held his remarkable interview with Doctor Wadji. Our readers will also remember an interv iew occurred between Sara Bindal and her broth e r George on the succeeding the interview above alluded to between Sleuth and tne doctor. The sister b a d put the startling inquiry to her brother, Who was the man who stood over the coffin?" a.cd, as stated at the beginning of the succeeding c hapter, George Bindal was silent. The woman rep eated her question. me, George: who was the m a n who stood over the coffin?" "We must find out, Rara," at length the man rep!i e d. "One thin g is certa in, George, we are moving in the dark now ; th ere is a I raitor somewhere." Parthenia may h ave betrayed us. There is som e one working against us now." Whom do you suspec t?" As th e woman pl'onounced the name, the old adage about the devil pJways appe
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OLD SLEUTH JN PHILADELPHIA. Madame, your brother may be willing to pay me all his estate when I give him certain information." Doctor, Jet me tell you something. I have some startling news for you all the same.'' CHAPTER VIII. WREN the doctor made his announcement, George Bindal and his sister exchanged glances. Both were pale, and betrayed signs of great inward agitation. The doctor glanced around the room s!owly, bis glittering eyes glowing with an almost supernatural brightness. You have been betrayed!" he said. What do you mean?" "A dete ctive is on your track.'' "If there is a detective moving in this matter, doctor, be is on youi track I" I have had nothing to do with your operations." The woman laughed in a semi-hysterical manner. She W&S eviecrge llindul leaped to hi s feet and drew a pistol; the woman uttered a starr.ied ejaculation, but the doctor was as cool as an icicle "What could it ha.ve been?" asked Sara in a tremulous voice. "I do not know." "Can it be possible that some one is in the house?" "Who is in the house?'' "Victor." Then go to Victor." The necessity to go to Victor was overcome by the appearance of the giant. "Were you in the hall a moment ago, Victor?" "Yes." Ab, you made the noise?" '' I made no noise, and I came here to ask was any one else in t'he hall." "No one." Then there is some one in the house. I passed some one in the darkness, I will swear." "George," said t:lara, "you must search the house." George Bindal and Vi c tor made a thorough search of the house frorn cellar to garret, but could fiud no trace of an jntruder. Returning to the parlor, the man reported it must be a mistake all round. A few moments passed, and the conversat:on between the con spirators was resumed. Victor was placed outside the door as a sentinel. The giant took his position at the door, and had been there but a few moments, when he heard a slight noise on the stairs leading down to the basement. The negro did not notify any one of the noise, but proceeded down the stairs. As he descended he beard the sound of footsteps ahead of him. The negro followed on. He was no coward, and relied upon his great strnngth. He entered the basement, and the next instant he reeled over insensible, and being caught in the arms of a dark figure, was gently lowered to the floor. A moment later and he was helpless. He had been bound hand and foot, and gagged. At a later period of our narrative we will explain how the p;iant negro was so deftly overcome and rendered helpleEs. Meantime, the conversation proceeded in the parlor between the schemers. When both stories were concluded, the three conspirators sat a few moments in silence. The doctor broke the silence with the remark: The man who stood over the coffin was the detet:tivel" "Yes. Who could have started this man upon our track?" Parthenia. She must have communicated with some one. A. ntl now the question arises, what shall we do?'' Doctor, you can suggest a plan." The man must be removed." "Yes." But, in the first place, I must have a guarantee." Again sister and brother exchanged glances. \Vhat guarantee do you desire?" e One hundred thousand dollars, cash down!" The brother and sister gazed aghast. "Your demand is prepoEterous" declared Sara Bindal. "What is the total value of the estate you gain?" demanded the doctor. "About a hundred thousand dollars," came th e answer. I know better than that. I know of one piece of property worth a quarter of a million. I know of bonds and cas h amount ing to over a million." I am not yet in possession of the estate," said George Bindel; there are many legal formulas to be gone through with before can handle one peony." "You can raise one hundred thousand dollars?" I can not." "You are walking on dangerous ground, George Bindal." "How so?" "You are making an enemy of me; succeed, and you lose all." "Ahal {on threaten us already?" exclaimed Sara. "Yes; threaten and 1 warn you; do not make an enemy ot me. I will be content now with one hundred thousand dollars; to-morrow I may demand more." Your demand is refused." Yon forget I am in communication with the detective." Doctor, you are playing your game pretty well; and if you bad some people to deal with you might frighten them; you can not frighten us. Do your worst. But first let me tell you that you and the detect ive are working together in one scheme." "The detective is the only man I fear; were he out of the way I should demand a quarter of million; I may yet dem a nd all." "Doc tor, we may as well understand each other. We will meet any consequences before we will accede to your demand." -"You are a very cunning woman; you have arranged all your plans nicely, and you have ca rried them out nicely, as far as rou know; but yon do not know all. I told you I was playing agamst all your little precautions, woman. Again, beware! Do not make an enemy of mel" .. If refusing to pay you one hundred thousand dollars makes an enemy of you, tbe!l we are enemies; for we refuse to pay the monev." "Fiave you made any discoveries lately?" ., Yes. ' "What have you discovered, Miss Biodal?" That you are a treacherous scheming man." "l admit that I arn: and now, to show bow deep a schemer I am, I will ask you a question: Did you know that it had been dis covered that the coffin was empty?" "Yes, I kaew it." "What bas become of the body, Miss Bindal?" "'J;'hose who took it away can best answer that question." "My statement does not appear to surprise you?" "Not in the least. I anticipated such a statement. I calculated it would be a part of your game.'' What game could I have?" Oh, you might threaten us with a gbostl" The doctor was thrown a little off his guard, and a curse fell. from his lips. The woman laughed, and said : We will not sun ender, doctor, until we see the ghost." "You think I am playing a bluff game?" "Yes, J do." You will learn differentlv." We live to learn, doc_tor,'dear."

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14 OLD SLEUTH IN PHILADELPHIA. The woman spoke in a jeering tone. 111y offer is refused?" "Your offer is refused." "Very well; you will learn something within a few days that will make you regret y(lur refusal." The doctor rose to take his departure. Are you going?" asked Sara. "I am." And you are going away angry?" I have no more threats to make." i 1emember, we do not repudiate your claim altogether." '' Ah, you do recognize that there is something due me for my services?" "Yes." "How much, Miss Bindal?" Twenty thousand dollars." "You will pay me twenty thousand dollars?" "Yes; when the estate is all settled up." I want twenty thousand dollars now." The woman again indulged iu one of her jeeri:ig laughs. "Doctor," she s_aid, "we begin to understand each other." I do not think we do." "You are not willing to wait for your money?" 1 am not willing to wait." "The doctor stepped to the door. "Will you declare that the girl lives?" Sara asked. Yon know she was dead." I do." And yet the coft!n is empty." "I rep e at, 1 expected it would be." Both coffins are empty." Ah, you mean to bring forward two ghosts." "You know what was in the first coffin, Miss Bindal?" The body of .a man." "Yes, the body of a man. Bnt you have forgotten that the Schuylkill never gave up its d ead." The last strange remark fell upon a pair of keen ears, as our :readers will learn as our story progresses. Wha t i'ould yon insinuate?" "I insinuate nothing. I ask, What became of the body of
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OLD t:iLEUTH IN PHILADELPHIA. 15 "You would suggest that I merely gave her one of those potions!" "Yes.,, I did not: the girl is dead." I do not believe you." I ca n not help it." Surrender the girl, dead or alive, and you shall receive one hundrerl thousand dollars." You ask more than I can perform. A moment the woman was silent and thoughtful. She was com pletely baffled. Will you surrender the girl?" asked Sara. "I have already answered you: the demand calls for what I <:an not perform, and if it is for this you have called me here, l will go away," said the doctor. George Bindal addre ssed his sister in the Spanish language. He said: "We will pay the man the money." "The hundred thousand dollars?" "Yes. ,, "Never!" He will turn against us." "No, brother, he shall not turn against us." How will rou prevent him?" "Kill him!' Rot no10 !" "Ahl the idea had entered your head?" "Yes; but we must go slow; we will appease him for the present. How?" "Give him the twenty thousand. We will tell him it is on account." The woman had already conceived the idea of making the sug gestion before h e r brother spoke. Again speaking in English, and addres1
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' 1G OLD SLEUTH IN PHILADELPHIA. Tue Irishman disappeared while our hero was crossing a waste piere of laud, and a spruce-looking, well-to-do business man came forlh. Warlji proceeded down-town and entered a first-class wine-shop, one of the finest in the city, and he had been in the place but a few :noments when he was joined hy George Bindal. The latter met the doctor in a very cordial manner, and discussed ordinary subjects for a few minutes, when the doctor asked: .t Did you come prepared to fulfill your promise?" "It will take me some time to get the money." "You have only to draw it from the bank." "The bank will not recogpize my check until the estate is :settled up." This is a pretense," said the doctor; and the glitter in his eye became. as usual, brighter when excited. It is no pretense; I mean to pay you the money, all the same." "When?',. This very night." Where?" I will name a place where I will meet you and pay it over." "Yon mean to fool me, George Bindal; but you are not going to succeed. Now, listen to me: I was engaged by you to prepare certain poisons. You told me you wished them for the purpose of making certain experiments." "That is false!" George Bindal, I have witnesses: and you will remember that I did not with my own hand administer one of the potions. I have wilnesses that I did not. I am too old a man-I've had too great experience to do such things. I always keep wilhln the bounds of the law." George Bindal began to realize how skillfully and carefully the doctor had prepared for a retreat. "You will remember," continued the doctor, "I am a regular compounder of insect poisons. I have a license for their disposal. I arn not supposed to know that my decoctions are to be used for murderous purposes.'' "Why do yon tell me a.IJ this, sir?" Simply to let you know that a womrm may sometimes over reach herself. You !Ire acting under instructions from your sister. She is an avaricious woman. She wishes to keep all the swag. She can't do it. l will have rny share, or explode a mine." We have no intention to retain your share from you." Then pay over the money at once." "I will meet you nt my own house to-night." That w"ill not do.'' I am expecting to raise the money on some jewels." "You can raise it at once. Go now and get the amount. I will wait. for you here." "Can )'OU not come to my house to-night?" <> "No." ''Why?" The glifter in the doctor's eyes again increased as be answered, with a cold smile upon his face: Your sister means to remove me." "Nonsense!" Oh, I know she would not do such a thinp:! She has not already murdered two innocent young people! Oh, not she is too soft and gentle to harm un old man like me; but I will not come to your house again, all the same." "You will wait until to night for the money?" "No; you must go and get foe money and bring it to me here." "If I am unable to rnise the money, what will yon do, Wudji?" ''It is not necessary for me to :ell you what I will do; but it is better for vou to bring me the monev." George Bindal left the rcstaurn.oi, and the doctor drew a paper from bis pocket and commenced reading. It was evident he had concluded to await George Bindal's return. Sleuth mentally commented, "I can wait also;" and he drew a paper from his pocket and knocked for a waiter. He intended to eat a dinner and seitlP. down for a quiet time. Meantime, George Bindal returned to his home. His sister waited to receive Lim, and her face was working with excitement as she demanded: Is it all arranged?" "No. Tlrn.t r nan suspects our purpose. He will not come to the house under anv pretense whatever." "ls that all? We can arrange to have him meet us at another house." "No; I tell yon be suspects that we are alluring him to murder him." The sister was silent for a moment. At length she said: "I wish I had gone to meet him; you kuow I can make up for George Binctal." "Yes; but not for Wfidji. You are not dealing with an ordinary man; it is useless to think of that game." But something must be doue. With what understanding did you leave him?" "I was to return in two hours or less with the money." "You shall not!" Listen! That man has played a deeper game than you suspect." He has?" "Yes. Let me tell you he has witnes.ses that he prepared some poison at mv request." That a.n10unts to nothing." But his wit.neESP.S will swear it is true. And he has witnesses to prove tlrnt he did not. administer the medicine." The woman trembled visibly as she answered in a husky voice: George, do you not see the necessity now?" What necessity?" "That doctor hclds your sister's life in his hands. We must silence his secret forever!" "He must have the monf!y; the pa!ment of the money will .gain us time. What would yod suggest?' Take all the chances. For the present, under no circumstan1.."eS pay him Urn money; compel him to wait until to-morrow." I will act under your ad vice." Sam Binda! had resolved upon the performance of a desperate. act. She was a desperate woman. Her ambition to become a duchess overcame and overshadowed every other element in her nature. George Bindal had not been gone an hour when he returned to the restaurant where Wad.ii awaited him. .Did you bring the money?" u No." "Why not?" I I can not raise it at once. I need time." How mur.h time?" "I may have it to-morrow." A shadow passed over the doctor's face, and his glitterieg eyes shone with increased brilliancy. "Have you seen your sister since you left me?"" "Ye.3." "Ah, I thought so. Your sister says you shall not pay the money." .. I can not raise it." She will not lend her jewels?" said the doctor in a sarca.stic: tone. It. is enough that I can not raise the money to-day." "Will you meet me here to-morrow?" "Yes." Bring the money when you come. Good-day." The doctor rose from his seat and hurriedly left the restaurant. Aleuth was at his heels. The doctor went down-town and entered a shipping-office. Rleuth followed. The drtective engaged a clerk. in the o.ffice in conversation, while Doctor Wadji made inquiries as to the whereabouts of a cedain captain. He was informed that the captain was not in. When will he be here?" At any moment he may come." When he copies, tell him a friend wishes to see him. I will wait for him at --. 'I'he doctor named the same restaurant where he had held the conversation with George Bindal. "Ahal" thought Sleuth, "the plot deepens. On, ye con spirators; you are rushing into the clutches of the law!" Our heru began to see his way clear. He had at lengtJ.1 caught. on to a clew which was confirmatory of his original theory. When Sleuth reappeared upon the street he had worked another transformation, and as an old man he a few moments later entered the same restaurant where he had been while the interview between B1 dal and the doctor was transpiring. While the veteran i3 wailing for points, we will ask our reader's attention while we indulge a brief retrospect. Doclo! Wa.dji had been euga ged for a Rtipulated sum to become a confederate in a certain scheme. He hall not been made a con fidant at the start; but the doctor was a cunning man, and he spee1lily commanded the confidence wh1ch had been originally withheld. The doctor demanded to see both the intended victims, and when his eyes fell upon Alice Fairfax, he conceived upon the instant a violent passion for her, and af. once his fertile brain conceived a deep design for making the girl his own. ,As our readers have already been informed, he was an adept in the compounding of drugs. The man had once held high power in hiG native land. He )lad been rich, and was the favorite of a native prince, who had showered every favor upon him. The doctor became enamored of a beautiful princess, and became a murderer to prepare the way for becoming a sucr.essful wooer. His scheme failed, and he 1'vas compelled to fly for his life The man fled to England, where he remained a number of until the police were started upon his trar.k, when he fled to the United States. He played a deep game, and arranged a.JI the minor details for the carrying out of a most startling and thrilling scherrie. The drug was administered to Alice at the proper moment-a drug which suspends all outward signs of life. It was the doctor who had suggested the small-pox scheme. He knew how to play on the terror of the public. His first game was to get all the servants out of the house and the moment the nature of the disease was announced they were all glad to accept the balance of a month's wages and leave. Once rid of the servants, the road was clear. The taking off of Charles will be narrated in future chnpters, but the administering of the potion to Alice is a matter which we pro pose to make plain at once. Parthenia was selected to administer what slje supposed was the fatal poison. At the time, as Alice drank off the dose, she appeared to be struck with the consciousness that she had been murdered, and the beautiful girl folded her arms and murmured, as she fell back: 'Tis welll" CHAPTER XI. PARTHENIA had been instructed as to how she should perform her part, and she exclaimed, in a tone of well-simulated surprise: Oh, Alice, dear, I have made a mistake! I have given you a

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OLD SLEUTH IN PHILADELPHIA. 17 medicine Charles prepared for you a few days before be was taken sick.'' A look of agony passed over the face of Alice, and she closed her eyes, antl a few moments later the drug did its work. Parthenia tllought th r girl was dei1ct, believed hereelf a murderess, and in that moment a feeling of remor.;e came over her. She became frantic with grief, .aml iu the end terminated her life as describetl in the opening chapters of our narrative. As our readers will recollect, Sleuth, by the merest c hanc-e, hap pened to be a witness of the self-murder, and secured the tell tale miS!live. The !!irl had been under the influence of the drug but a few hours when thP rlrtective stood over the coffin Sar a Bindal played her game out well. She covered the face of the dead woman, saying-, as au excuse, that her !i.ppearance was too horribl e for human eyes to behold; and when the undertaker came she stated that the girl was prepared for immediate int.mnent, and all the undertaker had to do was to place the body in the casket. Sara afterward remov e d the covering from the fncr. A weird suspicion entered her mind, and tlrn< it. was that Sleuth saw the beautiful face of the supposed dead girl. Meantime, as stated, Doctor Wadji h ad prepared all his plans. The body was curried to the tomb. The <;ircumstauces of the funeral have been describerl At an earlier hour than Slenth's vi s it to the tomb, a close car riaire drove into the cemetery, and three men alighterl. They proceeded direct to the Brutone vault. One of them opened the coffin, the body of the girl was removed aml carried to the carriage, and the latter was driveu to a house which will be deRcribetl as our story progresses. The doctor had played his game surcessfully. The supposed dead girl was in his power, and uo one knew better than he how to apply the proper antirlotes for her re s toration. Doctor Wadji Jed two lives in the city of Philacl e lphia. He was & herb doctor in one place, where he Jived and moved under a dis guise, but with his real nnme. He wns a retired physician at another place, where he moverl without disgui se save in the name. A short distance from the city, and on the banks of the Sehuyl kill, the doctor owued a lovely villa, and wit bin that villa scenes of villainy had occurred which if described, would fill the reader's snul with horror. It wns to this villa the ghoul had carrierl the lovely intend e d victim he had stol e n fr o m the tomb. The doctor could calculate to within an hour when the effects of the potion would wear off, and the unnatural sleep be broken, and with a minrl gloating in triumph, he awaited the minute when those lovely eyes would open and gaze with gratitude upon her de liverer. At length the s igns increased, and the doctor applied smelling salts to the nostrils, and soon life returned; the unnatural sleep was broken, and she who h a d appeared dead once more awoke to life. "Where am I?" she dema nded. A.h, you are better! You live?" "Have I been sick?" My clear child, you are not strong enough now to hear the 11ruth.'' A shudde r pas sed over the girl's delicate frame. I am strong enough to hear the truth." "You have bee11 as one that was dead!" "I do not underst and you, doctor." "You owe your life to me. I am your deliverer. I have defeater! one of !he mo t dnmn ab le schemes e ver conceived against the life of au innocent and h e lpl ess girl." The doctor bad set out to crea' e au immediate impression in his favor. At the samG instant a terrible recollection flashed over the girl's memorv. H e r face assumed a g h as tly hue. "Doctor,, have I been rlreaming?" "Yes; thanks to me, yo u have been only dreaming." "Charles is not untrne?" A shadow came over the do ctor's face. Charles is a villain, an assassin," he said. "Oh, doctor, the n i t wa not a ll a dream?" "No: it was not all a dream." "I remember, I drank at the hands of Parthenia. She gave me a poi soned draught; s he rnid it had been prepared by Charles for me.1 "She did not tell you truly." "Charles did not prepare the draught?" He did n ot." "Who rlid?" "I did." Whe n th e rloc tor mar le the startling confession, the fair girl leaped up fr o m her reclining attitude and gazed at the man with dilated eyes, a look of horror upon her face. "Doctor, you prepared the poison?" ''Yes: but it was not a fatal poison." I do not understand." "Are you strong enough to li s ten to the whole terrible tale?" "I atn . "Your step-cousin and his sister are murderers.and assassins, and Charles Brutone is no better!" Oh, doctor, do not proceed with your tale!" "Let me tell you all." Tell me nothing of Charles; he is dead." "Your cousin Charles is not dead." A complete change came over the face of Alice Fairfax; all the softness went out of it; she was within a moment transformed into a stern woman. She became as a woman scorned. They told me he was dead." It was all a part of the scheme to rob you of your share of the fortune. " A.nd Charles was a party to the scheme?" u He was." "Why?" Charles Brutone is a gambler and a 1e. He owes thousands of dollars ot money. He has always laughed at you as a prude, and has openly cursed the conditions of the will that made it obligatory for him to marry you in order to inherit." Doctor, why should I believe you when so many others have told me false tales?" "I have a tevelation to make in time which will convince you that I am telling the truth." "But yon admit having prepared the poison?" "Yes; to save your life." Will you please explain?" Yes; hut first listen to the story I have to tell. Charles Brutone hated you from the first, while pretepding to love you. He would have told you of his hatred had it not l.Jeen for a subtle woman who controlled him." Who is the woman?" Sara Bindal." Does Charles love her?" She is is wife." "No, no; this can not be!" "Listen: the woman, knowing he was an unprincipled young man. and the heir to a large fortune, charmed him." Poor Charles!" muttered A.lice. "No; you need waste no sympathy on Charles. You will learn what a wretch he is when my tale is concluded." I never will I" "When you learn all the truth you will think rlifl'.erently. Sar& once marrierl to Charles, you wer e the only obstacle; you out of the way, and he would h e the sole heir. Therefore, he pre lended to love you when he rea lly intended to murder you." "And that was his purpose from the first?" "Yes. I now come to the important revelation. Charles came to me and askerl for a poison. I at once suspected his purpose. I demanded to know for what purpose he wanted the drug, and he told me he was experimenting in its uses and abuses." Sara once told me all that you are teIJing !UC now." She had a purpose." A.nd you may have a purpose, doctor. I have lost confidence in every one. "I have no selfish as you will learn. But Jet me pro ceerl. I suspected, as I told you Charles' real purpose, and I de termined to save your life." "If what you tell me is the truth, I am glnd you did." "Yes ; it. was just and right that such awful wickedness should be defcaterl. I am acquainted with many secrets in poisons, and I know a drug which will s nspend all animation and si$ns of life for a season. I did not give Charles the poison; I gave him a potion." And it was the potion you prepared Parthenia gave me?" "Yes. She was the only one among them who knew what goodness or mercy meant. And. let me tell you, Charles, Sara, and George believed you were dead. I was the only one who knew the real truth." The girl remained silent a moment, and then a look of ghastly horror came over her face as she demauded: Have I been in a coffin?" Yes: and I have just brought you from the grave." The girl was struck speechless; dark shadows rose before her eyes; horror had struck her very soul. They were terrible words the doctor had uttered: I have just brought you from the grave." "Oh, doctor!" she murmured, "it is not true that I have been in the g rave?" ''. No, not bunecl ; you were placed in the vault in which reposes the remains of the ancestors of your race, and it was from the vault 1 rescued you. I was watching over you all the time. I but bided my chance to restore you to life and consciousness, and now you are safe!" The doctor asl?_umed a honeyed tone, and there was a rich melody in his voice, even a benevolent glance in his glittering black eyes. What shall I do now, rloctor? Wbere shall I go?" cried Alice. I will pr o tect you. I will shield you until such time as I can secure your fortune, and then you shaU become my daughter. I will take yon from this land, and together we will travel over t he world I will be your instructor and guide The doctor proceeded and described all the wonders that were to be seen across the great waters. His descriptions were vivid and fascinating. anrl the cunning man, knowing well the girl's nature, threw a religions fervor intu hi s language. Alice was an inexperienced child, and she had been taught to venerate age. She already began to look upon the dark-faced schemer RS not only her deliverer, but a father. Indeed, she hecame an easy victim to the spell that was being thrown around her. Under the potency of his tricks and'devices, mental and mechani cal, she became, as it were, his charmed slave; and all this had been accomplished since his rescue of the betrayed girl from the tomb. Thns matters stood while the scenes were progressing as described by us in preceding chapters. Our readers will remember that Sleuth was on the trac k of Wadji. The detective became convinced that the beautiful Alice lived, and that she was held a prisoner by the man who had prep
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.. 18 OLD SLEUTH IN PHILADELPHIA.. form, as our readers will remember, he returned to the restaurant to awRit developments. The veteran detective was not compelled to wait long; his man soon appeared in the person of Wndji. HRlf an hour passed, when a seafaring man entered the restau rant. The latter' was neither au American nor an Englishman, but some sp e cies of East Indian half breed A warm greeting passed between Wadji and the sailor, and .Sleutll was once more at fault, as the men spoke in a language he conld not nnderstanrl. Our h ro, however, was not altogetller, as he managed to -ascertain that the captain's name was Jamma, and that the name . The girl had been provided with every co mfort during her brief sojourn in that house of mystery. When Ola entererl the room, Alice looked up from her book, and demanded. What have you to tell me?" The woman placed her fingers to her lips as a sign for the fair girl to he cautious and silent. The woman, at the moment, had made a certain startling dis covery. CHAPTER XIII. THE woman had chanced to glance toward the door opening from the room into the hall, and as she did so, she saw daylight shine through the key-hole. Suddenly, and in an instant later, the free passage of light was stopped The woman had long suspected that Alea was but a spy, and at last she had made sure of the faC't. Later on the woman secured an opportunity to speak to Alice, when the youth was not around. It is as I suspected," she said; every movement of mine is watched. Alea is a spy!" "Who is Alea?" Alice had tlever seen the sharp-eyed Indian youth. "He is a creature of that wretch Wadjil" '' And be is watching you?" "Yes. It is strange I have seemed for years to be tbe doctor's slave. I have acted all these years with a purpose. I have sought to gain bis confidence, thnt in the end might destroy him!" you hate him so, why did you ever enter his service?" "Alice, I will tell you my story, although I have never confided. before in a human being. I have lived in America, England, and France; secretly I have learned the two langual?'es." "You have never spoken to me in English'?' "No; I speak French much better, and I did not wish to betray the fact that I spoke English. Wadji did not know that I speak French until I told him quite recently. When I was a young girl in India, I attended a missionary school and learn ed to read and write. Wadji does not know that I can do either; anl during my residence in 'Europe and America, as his slave, I

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OLD SLEUTH IN PHILADELPHIA. 19 learned much; secretly I have obtained posrnssion of books, and :secr13tJy I have read them, and all these years I have waited for an opp o rtunity to destroy Wadji!" "Why have yon sought to destroy him?" "I once had u Jover a youn g uativc East Iodian merchant. We were to have been married but on the wedding-night he was murdere d by the thugs!" "Why was he murdered?" I have never learned why he was murdered, but I have learned tha t he was killed at the instigation of Doctor Wadji. llty lover was the possessor of a sacred relic, a precious stone pos s essed of wond e rful qualities; it may have been to obtain possession of that :ston e that the qoctor murdered him!" "If you knew th e doctor was the murderer, why did yon not bave 'bim punished fol' th e crime in your own country'/" "My country is not like Ameri c a; and again, I bad no proof that Wadji was the as sassin-that is, not proot thnt would have amounted to anythin" as evidence before one of the English but I posses sed the moral proof ot his guilt, nnd in follow mg him all these years I have but heen carrying out a sacred behest. Just previous to my lover's death, he appeared to have a premonition that some evil would befall him, and he sb0wed me the sacred jewel, and he told me that should be die and lose pos session of it, his soul would suffer ete1'11al to1ment. You know our religion is not like yours; but it is enough that. on my bended kne es-indeed, with my forehead buried in the palms of my lover's hands, I swore to recover that jewel at all hazards, in case any thina should happen to him." "Why did your lover retain possession of the jewel?" im:ocently asked Alice I will tell you. My lover, under a sacred oath, was bound to retain possession of the magic jewel for a certain length of time only. On the day following his marriage to me, it was to pass from his possession; but that night be was murder e d, and when I, franti c with grief and terror, searched his murdered form, I dis cover e 1 l the stone had been taken." Ras Wadji got possession of the jewel?" Durin" all these year s I have never been able to find it. Had J rec('lvcrecl' the magic jewel, he would 01)t have lived an hour no n o t one minute!" ''Ho w long bnve you been npon his track?" "I have been fifteen years in his service." ' Y o u have now given up nil idea of ever finding the magic jewe l ? " I have not given up all hope of finding the jewel. I shall findit, with your aid." How can I help you ? "I have had a vision. When you were placed under my charge, l w a s pr e pared to perform the doctor s will toward you. I cared nothing for you; all I cared for was to recover the jewel, and I wa s still the doctor's slave, ready to do his will until the hour should come; but I was directed to save you." "By whom?" "My lover appeared to me in a vision, commanded me to save you and told me that in saving you I would recover the magic jewel." Silence followed the last statement of the woman Ola. It was toward evening, and the sun shone in through the window and illumined the strange creatme's dark fac e giving her -an almost supernatural exp1ession. Will you aid me to escape from this !llan ?" asked Alice. "The time has not come for you to escape. You have told me your story. We do not kuow yet whether it would be safe to let you go from here. Listen: I believe that the doctor's story is true-that your re latives sought to take your life. They believe you dead. I am certain the doctor saved your life; but, alas! for his own purpose." What is his purpose?" demanded Alice in a low, fearful tone. He loves you." "lt can't be po s sible!" Strange as it m:iy appear, he worships you. I know it; and his love is your s afety." My safety? No, no!" "Yes, yes! H is your safety, or long ere this he would have destroyed you. But now he will not harm you; the fiend means to charm yuu --means to win your love. He will make you a voluntary bride." "Never! I would kill myself first I" Hold! Make no rash threats. You will never be his bride; but, as I said, bis love your safety. He would allure from you lov e in return." "Ohl what shall I do?" murmured Alice. "Make him think thnt you may love him.'" The girl re coiled in horror, and exclnimed: "Neverl" "Lis ten to me. Doctor Wadji is a human fiend; but he possesses two secrets-one is all in a.II to me; the other, all in all to you. " I do not understand." H e holds th e magic jewel." Ab'. ynu would have me throw myself away that you may rec"over your jewel?" "No, you shall do nothing for me. I will do all for you-but you can do something for yourself." "What can I do but die?" "You can save the life of Charles Brutonel" Alice uttered a startled scream, when .Ola sprung toward her, and clapped her tawny hand over the fair girl's "Is Charles Brutone in that man's power?" 1 have not as yet made sure of all I really suspect; what I said to you was merely presented as a possibility. My suspicions are only at present founded on stray expressions I have heard fall from the doctor's lips." And what would his expressions suggest?" That he has 1mother prisoner in bis power.'' Alice was thrilied to the very heart. Will you tell me why you think Uharles is a prisoner?" "Wait unlil I have more positive information. With your assistance I will learn Romething this very night." ''I will do anything-brave anything." "Good! With your aid I will risk much; but 1 hope to obtain some positive information." "When?" This very night; and now listen. See here." The woman showed Alice a small but tough rope. "What is that?" Some of the material of which tbe thug makes his strangling rope." Horrible!" "Oh, no, not to me; but to you, yes. Now listen: do you see this knife?" ., Yes.'' Try and see it you can cut that rope with it." Alice made the attempt, and succeeded. Ola s miled; it was a rare incident for the creature to smile, but the inno c ence of lovely Alice did bring a smile even to the dark face of Ola. "You have read of the terrible thugs of India?" "Yes." "Doctor Wad.ii has thugs in his employ.'' This is terrible!" murmured Alice, as a shudder passed 'Over her form. Yes, it is terrible; and now see here." The woman threw a noose over the fair shoulders of Alice and pulled; the fair girl screamed. At that moment it flashed across her mind that in that house of mystery she was to be strangled. Hush! Do not scream, child; you have the knife." Instinctively, Alice raised the kmfe and severed the rope. "Ah! that is now you will know what to do in an emer gency "Why do you tell me this?" demanded the girl. "Do you fear I am to b e stran g led?" "No; you are safe. I am in danger, and you may save my life." Ola later on explained more fully all her plans to Alice, and when she had conclud e d asked: Vo you think I cnn rely upon you?" "Yes." You will not get frightened?" I will noi get frightened." "Remember, there is no other way. That keen-eyed devil must be held spell -bound." Alice was deathly pale, but there was a resolute expression upon her beantifu 1 face. In a low voice s he said: "You may be mistaken." "I am not mis taken, Alice. You are b e autiful. With your you could charm an ogre; but I have watched ; I have discovered Alea is fairly maddened with passion. The boy bas the Indian blood; his love has become a madness, but you can control him and hold him at your bidding. It is only for a few hour s and in that few hours I may accomplish much more than you dream, and there is no other way for me to escape from this house. Alea watC'bes every move I make; but, under the spell of your eyes, he will be lured from his vigil." "But he does not speak; he is deaf and dumb." "You can make him sreak. I am sure he is not deaf and dumb, although be has played the role for years." Even should he speak, it would be in a tongue I wou l d not understand.'' "Love can speak by signs ; even the tiger can throw the lan guage of love into its fierce eyes; the wild Arab of the desert could woo the fairest maid in C!Jristendotn. No, no, you need not fear; you are but to l e t him watch you, and smile upon him o c casionally during a few hours, and all will he well; bnt I warn you that it is necessary that you should be cool and brave." It will be observed from the foregoing conversation, that Alice had made a full confidante of the woman Ola. A lice had not told Ola of the incident connected with the pcisoned glass of lemonade. 'l'he latter was the only horror the girl could not remove from her mind She told the story to Ola, and when her narrative was completed, Ola said: It would appear that there are others as deep and cunning as Wadji." "You do not believe," demanded Alice, "that my cousin pre pared a poisoned drink for me?" Believe it, child? Why, certainly not! The story carries its own proof. This woman, Bindal, arranged to have it appeai that your cousin prepared the lemonade." I do not believe that Charles bad anything to do with it; and yet I could never explain away th e horror." "Why, child, the actions of the woman prove fbat th e whole (\ffair was concocted to throw suspicion upon an innocent person. I will show you Oln proceeded in a lawyer-like manner to demonstrat.e how the weight of evidence favored the theory of her cousin's innocence. "When will yon go and make your discoveries?" asked Alice. "This very night." And I am to p!ay the charmer?" "Yes. 1 will send Alea with some refreshment to you at once, and you must try the effect of your charms. I will watch, and when I see that you are succeeding, I will steal away. But remem ber, Alice, at all hazards you must keep him engagej; you must

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20 OLD SLEUTH IN PHILADELPHIA. play at dalliance with him until I return. Should he leave this room and discover my absence, it would be deal h to me-my doom would be sealed. Let two facts give you nerve and strength: you are playing for the establishment of your lover's innoceuce and you will be playing for a life." A moment the two women stood and gazed into each other's eyes. Iudeetl, it was a feadul tragedy that was being suggested at that moment Alice," said Ola, it is life and liberty and the innocence of your cousin which are at stake." CHAPTER XIV. TnE end will uot justify the means, Ola. Can we not attemp.t son:e other plan?" What other plan <:an you suggest, Alice?" "What is it you wish to do to night?" I wish to visit Sa"a Bindal." "Do you know where to find her?" "Yes. I will do something I never did before. I will turn traitor. I will hr ea k 110 011th. Doctor Wadji once took me to that house. He as you know, one of the deepest of men. He feared that the day might come when it would be necessary to have certain witnesses. I was secretly introduced into tilat house. I saw you; I saw 8arn Bindal; I saw her brother; tiley did not know I was in the house. Sara Bindel was plotting, and Wadji was counterplotting "I have a plan, Ola. We will both "Both go? Why, that would be inviting death!" "We ne1d never return." "Child, I am willing to risk my lire to aid, you, but I can not desert Wudji." Why not? You hate him. He is your enemy ; he would kill you." But he is the possessor of the magic jewel. If I had the jewel I would go with you; I would defy him Yes, I would have killed him years ago; but I can not kill him as long as he possesses one certain knowledge which is still a secret from me. I must yet learn where the magic jewel is deposited." "Bnt since after fifteen years yi;u have failed to gain the knowl edge, why do you still hope?" "Did I not tell you of my dream?" "According to your dream, you were to gain the magic jewel by saving me.'' "Yes; no harm can come to else I would not propose to leave you. I go alone to vis it Sara Bind a l. I must steal into that house. I must rnove around like a s nake; and, like a snake, I rnu st have my faugs ready to strike in a moment of ti a n ger." "Anll there is no other method than for m e to charm A.lea?" "I can not leave the house and return iu sa f ety unless he is drawn off bis vigil." "I will take th e risk," said Alice in a resolute l o n e The woman helrl toward tile girl a vial of deadly poison. No, l will not take tb11t." Listen. You may need it for your prote c tion some other time, should anytiling happen to me. I do not fear for you from the boy Alea, but it may save you from Wadji. We can never t e ll what may happen." Ahl I understand," said Alice; and she took the ftatal drug. "I go to send Alea to you. But first we will arrange a signal, so you will know whe n I go and come." The woman instructed Alice as to a signal, and, a fter some final directions, she left the room. Twenty minutes passed, and Alice occupied the time pacing to and fro across the apartment. Soon her found expression in murmurings. Her walk c:ontmued, and soon from h e r pocket she took the fatal drug. She gnz!!d with s tarting eyes at tile liquid, and again he1 thoughts fo away!" The youtlf turned round. There was such a fierce flaming light in his eyes that Alice fairly recoiled in terror. It seemed to her as though the power of her touch and words had been magical indeed; it appeared as though ibe Indian bad suddenly acquired a sound hearing and a thorough understa nding of the English tongue He exclaimed, in broken English: The American lady is beautiful! Alea loves her with al! his heart!" A startling contingency bad presented itself of wh i ch neither Ola nor Alice bad dreamed. The fair girl had been informed that the Indian was not a mute; and he himself bad confessed to Doctor Wadji that be did not un derstand what passed between Ola and Alice because they spoke in French; but, strange to tell, the Indian had learned English. When, how, and where, no one could tell; but i t was reserved for Alice to first learn that be possessed the accomplisbrent. When the Indian spoke, and afte r she bad recovered from the first shock of surpri se, she exclaimed: What! does Alea talk my language?" "Yes." "Alea is bright and smart to have learned to speak Englis'h; hut he has made a secret of his accomplishment." "No one knows Alea speaks English." "Does not Doctor Wadji know it?" "No." "I must tell him what. a wonderful boy you are." "Alice must not tell Wadji." Yes, I must tell him "No; he must not know." Then you must tell me why." He will kill me." .. Why would be kill you?" "Alice does not know Wadji." The Indian had progressed to calling the fair girl by her ChristiBCJ. name. "The doctor would not dare kill you, Alea. You must n;mem ber you are iu America. A man dare not kill his servant in this land." The> Indian lad made a pantorr.imic motion with his hands inaeed, went through all the motions illustrative of the thug art; and s1iid: "Wadji don't care; he kills in secret." "I will make him promise he will not kill you.''. Al<:fl shook his head, a.nd said: no; you shall not!" "I will though," answered Alice in a persistent tone. 'l'ile Inclian shook his head negatively, 11nd answered: "Lis ten! Alea loves the American girl." "Never mind that." American girl must love Alea, and Wadji will kill Alea." "Kill you?" "Yes. Alea ca n not tell yon now, but when you tell Alea some thing A.lea will tell you all." "What do you wish that I should tell you?'' Tell me that you love." Had Alice followed the natural impulse of the moment, she wonld have sprung back from the fervid glance of the Indi a n as she would have recoiled from a living cobra hissing suddenly at her feet; but by an extraordinary exhibition of self-contrcl she merely smiled, and answered: I have not known A.lea long enough to discover whether I Joye him or not." Love comes like a flash of light. Love me now, or r.ever love me. Does the American girl understand?" "No. I do not understand." "Listen: Alea is a prince in Ii.is own land. Wadji does not know that I have discovered the tr4th. Wadji stole Alea when but a child. I have learned all. Here I am poor; 1 have no money; in my own land I am rich. Alice sllall have diamonds such as were never seen in this land. Alea will be devoted always. Alice sh.all be happy." Do people love like a flash of light in your land?" "Yes." Love that comes like a flash of light, like a flash of light may vanish away," said Alice. "Never! Alea will lov e Alice always. She shall be a queen, have slaves at her command, gold and jewels and Alca's Jove." "I will not tell Wadji that you speak English." "Good! And not tell Alea you love him?" The youth fixed his glittering orbs upon the tair girl and a light blazed in them that caused her to shudder down in her very heart. You must give me time to study my own heart, Alea." Why do you ask time?" I have known Alea but a day " It matters not. A.lea was passing from the fascination of your presence; you bid him stay. I am h e re!" A cold chill went through the girl's heart. She remembered that she was a lone iu thi s house with a passion-maddened boy. But half an hour had passed, and it might yet be hours before Ola returnerl At that a shriek ran through that house of my stery-a shriek as thou g h some one were in mortal peril; and it was the voice of a man-the voice or one who snffered anguish of some kind. The heart of the fair girl stood still; a terrible susp i cion flashed across her mind. She was a prisoner, as it were, of Wadji; was it not possible that Charles Brutone was also a l ess favored inmate of that house of secrets? Alea bad left the door open behind him when he left the room. An impulse Alice could not restra i n urged her to go toward the quarter whence the shriek came. There was no light in the hall, and she groped along, seeking for the stairs, and wandered she knew not whither, when suddenly a hand was laid upon her shoulde1, a hot breath fanned he r cheek, and then came a voice in her ea r asking:

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OLD SLEUTH IN PHILADELPHIA. Where you go!" The party who asked the question gently drew her back and .said : "Come." Alice re cognized the voice It was Alea who sp:>ke to her. She yielded to him and p e rmitted herselt to be drawn back toward the apartment from which she had escaped. Once again in the room, Alea said: "Why did you go?" Like an Inspiration, the thought. came to the girl that she must aay something to cover Ola's absence. I went to look for Ola. I heard a woman shriek after you were gone." "Yes it was a woman," answered the ready-witted youth. Like inspiration It came to Alice that she would utilize the mad .A.lea's love, and learn who the man was whose voice she had heard wall out in anguish she was groping in the hall. "You must not be so violent," said Alice; and she actually nerved herself to smile upon him. "You hate me!" he cried. "No, no! And now listen, Alea: why not earn my lovef" How can I earn your love?" Tell me the secrets of this house; tell me who is the prisoner in this house." The Indian youth Approached Alice, and his purpose was written upon his countenance. "Alea, come not nearer to me!" The youth sprung upon her and seized her in his arms. Alice llecame endowed with superhuman strength, and she wrested herself freA from the fellow's grasp. She drew her stiletto. "Alea, approach me not!" she cried: and her _blue eyes blazed with a light as dangerous as the gleam that shone 10 the eyes of the Indian boy. At the sight of the weapon, Alea turned pale "Be careful!" he Wilrned. "I will protect myself. I will tell W a,s was not dead I only said I heard from Wadji's own lips that he was living." I know he is dead,'' said Sara Bindal. "Very well, madame, I have nothing more to ask-no more to impart." Sara Bindal was fully convinced in her own mind that the woman was acting under instructions, and yet she did not wish to have the woman go away. There came a suggestion that she might defeat W adji through his own trickery.' Ola made a movement as though to go away, when Sara Blndal said: "Stay. Do no go." "Why should I remain? Miss Bindal, we can not talk further: you do not believe my statements." Sara Bindal was a cunning woman, and having decided upon her course, she "got down to business," es the detectives say. I will ask you frankly: is not yours an extraordinary tale?" It is, under all the circumstances." "Could you expect me to believe it without proofs?" I think you should know enough of Wadji to suspect that my tale was probable." "You tell me that Alice Fairfax is living?" "Yes." Where is she now?" Under the care of W adji." "And you tell me Wanji told her that Charles was not deadf" He told her that Charles w11s not dead." What else did he t e ll her?" He told lrnr that it was Charles who had arranged to have ter murdered.'' What was his purpose?" He desired to teach her to 'hate Charles Brutone. He de sired to tear one Image from her heart that he might the more easily place his own there." What did Alice say when Wadji told her that her cousin still lived?"

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22 OLD SLEUTH IN PHILADELPHIA. She said nothing; Wadji froze her to silence with the terrible tale he told .. What terrible tale did Ile tell?" He .told Alice that you were the wile of Charles Brutone; and he made it appear that you were tM instigator of her attempted murder. He told her you had fascinated Charles, and that he was completely under your control and influence. But one more ques tion, Miss Bindal: Did Cllarles Brutone ever conspire against the peace, happiness, or life of his beautiful cousin Alice Fairfax?" I know nothing, I tell you, about him. All that I know is that he died and was buried, and whatever his sins, they are buried with him in the grave." "Enough! I have learned from yo11 all that I desire, and I will bid you good-night." Ola had fulfilled her mission. She had learned all that she desired, and like a dark shadow fading away she disappeared, and left Sara Bindal to gnash her teeth in rage. Sara Bindal stood for some moments after the disappearance of Ola, undetermined what to do. She had listened to some strange revelations that night, and one fact was fully impressed upon her mind-Alice Fairfax lived. The woman did not believe that Charles lived. She could readily perceive that Wadji would have a purpose in making it appear that he did; but the fact that Alice lived was sufficient, and it was the m.ore terrible to contemplate that the fair girl wa.s in the power of Wndji. Sara Biodal bad left her home that night bent upon the carrying out of a d espe rate purpose. She had an appointment with Wadji. She had agreed to pay over the money that had been promised, but she did not have the amoqnt, nor did she me an to pay it over. Her game was a deeper one. As she turned to walk away from the spot where she had held the strnnge interview, she mutterer!: "IL is my only hope. Wadji must die; yes, he must die to night at al! haz a rds. To kill 11im will be Jess perilous than to risk the harm that might come from him. And Alice?-well, well! 1 may find her concealed in that man's house ; and if I do-well, well! we s,hall see!" The woman passed from the park, and once more .appeared as one of the throng passing along Chestnut Street, and turned toward the river. When Sara Bindal reached Wadji's death-den for it was nothing but a place for disposing of people who in any way stood in his path-she knocked and wa.s admitted by the doctor. She lost no time, but immediately proceeded to business. As stated, her mission was to g ive to the doctor the twenty thousand dollars promised him by her brother and h e r self; but before doing so she determined to find out if there wa.s any truth in the state ments made by Ola. She asked him if he had told Alice that she wa.s Charles Bru tone's wife and that she influ e nced him to be false to her. It is needless to say that the doctor denied having done so. In fact, he told Sara that she must be mad, crazy, to suppose anything of the kind, saying: How could I tell Alice anything when you know that she and Charles are resting in their graves? You know very well that the body of Charles never was in the .::offin that was carried from your house." Sleuth, who had been an interested listener to all that had trans pired, thought he had "hooked on" to an important point; and the old adage wa.s once more sustained and confirmed, that when rogues fall out, honest men get their dues.'' The detective was being let in to some very sta rtling revela tions, and he began to hope that he would get upon the trail of the living Charles a.s well as the Alice. I am listening to any proposition you have to make, Miss Bin dal." Surrender both Charles and Alice, and you shall have one half the fortune, and the amount is over a million!" "I can rely upon the fulfillment of the conditions of your com pact?'' "You can." How will you have them, l\iiss Biodal, dead or alive?" Anger shone in the eyes of Sara Bindal. "You trifle with me, doctor." "We may as well understand each other. The time for com pacts "between us is past. You and your brother have proved yourselves unfaithful to every promise you have made me. I would not take the word of either for the value of a single smelt, and although you claim to be a lady, I feel called upon to inform you that our intervi ew is at an end. Had you paid over the twenty thousand dollars, according to agreement, I might have talked differently ., As it is, you work your game and I will work mine." tiara Bindal was not di s heartened nltogether; and ere our nar rative of th e interview concludes, our reader s will learn whence came her courage. "Your game will not succeed, doctor." "Virtue always over vice," declared the doclor; add ing, afte r a moment: "I stand well in this transaction. You would have murdered th e young people. I saved their lives; although in order to do so, I was compe ll ed to make it appear that both were dead. Now, you wish to get them into your power that you may make sure of their deat!Js, while I keep them in hiding until the time comes to present them to claim their own; it is but a sho rt time to wait, when both can claim their share of the estate. Alice will soon reach tlfu s tipul a ted age named in the will, and when that time comes, you will have an opportunity to wel come her to her regal home." "A nice picture you draw, doctor, but your incidents can be tenned false colorings. Yours is not 1mch a generos anJ. disinter ested role-no, no. You hope to make a certain girl yom v.;fe. The girl will come forwaud to claim the estates; Charles, neverand m;der the will the young lady is compelled to marry Charles : and even were Charles living, he would never marry the git! whom you have made up to to aid you in your deeply planned scheme." Ah, I see your drift. You think the real Alice is dead, and that I will present a counterfeit heiress?" Yes, that is my idea." "You are indeed a great woman. You have a great head, but you are mistaken; it is the real Alice who will claim the estates in company with her cousin Charles." Doctor, listen to me; I have one more proposition to make." "You have made many " I will open up the whole secret of all my strange behavior. Wadji, you and I will take all the wealth." The doctor started back and fixed his glittering eyes upon the woman in a peculiar manner, a.she queried: Did you say we would take all the fortune?" "Yes.'' I do not understand," "Wadji, I love you." The doctor laughed-laughed immoderately, laughed insult ingly-and, after a moment, said: Did you not admit some months ago that I was not a fool?" "Be careful, doctor. You ma?' reject my fove, but do not dare make it the subject for derision.' "You must excuse me, Miss Bindal; you certainly do me great. honor." The woman rose from her seat and approached the doctor. The latt e r snt still in his chair. "Wadji, you have rejected every proposition I have made; there is one you will not reject." As Sara Bindal spoke she made a step forward, when Wadji drew a revolver aimed it at her heart, and said, coolly: l\iiss, I reject your last proposition also." Sam Bindal had unmasked. As she made thelast step toward the doctor she had disclosed her purpose and a glittering dagger. The woman stood looking the very picture of a female ti.end. Baffled rage shone in her and her fine-looking face was dis torted with evil passion "So this is your final proposition, eh, Miss Sara?" The doctor pointed toward the knife which the woman held in her hand. "Coward! you were prepared to insult a woman!" "No; I was prepared to meet a murderess." I had no idea of harming you until you turned my unwomanly confession into a matter for derision. I came here to pay you the money." The money is due me, Miss Bindal. I earned it by former services." The money is not your due On your own confession you admit that Charles and Alice are both Jiving." I have not admitted anything of the kind; but you wili pay me the money all the same." Not one penny!" "You will, or never leave this room alive." "You dare not harm me!" I prepared for your coming. Listen: I could kill you, and in less than two hours there would not be a trace of you left. You would be gone, bone, muscle and flesh. Yes, ha! ha! you came to murder me, but you have come to your own doom!" CHAPTER XVI. THE woman quailed before him. She attempted to speak, but terror froze her tongue. She suddenly appeared to realize the full meaning of t.he doctor s weird words. She trembled in the pres ence of her peril. Sara Bindal 's mission was a failure, and it only remained for her to get out of that honse she had been so anxious to enter. I will go, doctor," she said. "No; you shall not go. You will never leave this house again. Move another step toward that door, and you are a dead woman!" Sara Bindal did take another step toward the door, and the doc tor leaped to his feet. "Hold!" he cried; "I have given you the last warning!" "I defy you! Help is at hand!" The doctor glanced around. The woman spoke in a confidant tone. Sleuth thought the moment had arrived for him to step in and take a hand in the peculiar business. There came a warning voice, sayi ng: "Go s low doctor; you're covered!" The voice appeared to come from right under the doctor's feet; in f act, so perter.t was the illusion, that the man actually stepped backward. Sara Bindal was a cunning woman. fihe did not know from whence the succor had come, but it was succor. She moved toward the door. Once more the doctor called "Hold!" when suddenly there fol low ed a pistol-shot; the l amp in the room was shattered, and Sara Bindal and the doctor were in total darkness. Curses i ssued from th e doctor's lips, while a low cry of terror escaped from the terrified woman. Sleuth had fired the shot, and, as the lamp went out, be stepped into the room. He knew just where Sara Bindal stood. He placed his hand on h er arm; and said: "Come; you are safe. You had a narrow escape. That man meant to murder you!" Who are demanded the woman, a.s she :lixed her eyes on the face of the detective.

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OLD SLEUTH IN PHILADELPHIA. 23 "I am the man who stood over the coffin!" SMa Ilindal received an additional shock upon hearing the declaration. How comes it that you were present when that man made the attempt on my lif.,?" I will tell you later on. But now suppose we come to an un derstanding on another subject.'' What subjec\.?" The present whereabouts of the girl who lay in the coffin at your brother's house." At the mention of the name, Saia Bindal felt an inclination to scream outright. I know nothing about the girl beyond the fact that she died and was buried." Miss Bindal, your scheme is up. Under any circumstances you will be compelled to surrender the fortune. Both the real heirs are living, and you can do them no further harm." Then I can give you no further information." 1 will talk plainly to you. Listen: you and your brother en tered into a scheme to rob the two orphans of their fortune. Your scheme has proved a failure, and it is a fortunate thing for you that Wadji schemed against you and saved both your lives. Had either been killed, you ancl your brother would have been hung." The woman trembled. In a low tone she demanded: What 'Viii you have me do?" "I will tell you," came the answer. "You must aid me to entrap thl' doctor. You must become my ally." "I do not see how I can aid you; besides, you are a stranger to me.'' As to my being a ftranger, that matters not. 1 am not a stranger to your recent schemes. I hold you in my power-you and your brother, and the doctor also. Listen: 1 can tell you that, even though I were out of the race, Wadji holds all the winning cards a .sainst you. He can crush you at a moment's notice. He would have done it ere this were it not that he has a pe1 sonal pur pose to serve before striking the blow that will practically annihi late {ou and your brother." can not see that I can serve you. I am anxious to recover possession of my young relative. My brother and I have been crazy about them, and had it not been for Wad.ii, no harm would 11.ver have come to them. I will tell you, sir, that circum stances i\Jay make it appear that my brother and I have been guilty of some crime, but we have been the victims of Wadji." It is useless for me to seek to gain your aid," said Sleuth. "We are willing to aid you as far as WP can; but, when you make the demand in the manner that you do, I feel bound to de cline to act with you." "Very well, miss; good -night. But go slow; do not attempt any m0re schemes; move of yours and your brother will be watched." The wom&n walked rapidly away. Sleuth moved silently through the night, taking a route which brought him to the Brntone mansion. Meantime Sara Bindal reached her home. She was admitted by her brotller George. The latter's face was pale, terror shone in his eyes, and there was a tremulousness in his voice as he said: I am glad you are home safe. But tell me, how did you make out with Wndji !" Oh, George! all is not lost yet; but we are in great peril! Oh, George! what danger I have passed through since 1 saw you and bid you Tell me all. The brother and sister proceeded to the library, and Sara Bindal related all that had occurred, including her interview with Ola in the park. She opened her narrative with the statement: "Alice lives. There is no doubt of that now. Wadji played us for fools, and has us in his power." Having told her story, the woman said: "Now, George, what shall we do?" Our duty is plain." And what is our duty to ourselves, pra:y?" We will stop right here. If Charles lives, and Alice also, we will surrender the estate, and after what has occurred, the best thini< for us to do is to return to our native land." Well, you are a simple-minded fellow. Now listen: do you suppose that Rfter all we have attempted we would be permitted to go?" "Yes; if Alice and her cousin are alive, no crime has been committed." Well, to use an Americanism, George, you are too fresh alto gether. Do you suppose that we have committed no offense? Ad mitting that A!ice and her cousin are alive, you and I could be taken to prisou for the remainder of our lives on any one of half a dozen charg e s that could be trumped up against us. W!! are forei g ners here; the moment an expose comes, we will be made to appear two of the most blood-thirsty wretches who ever conceived a desperate crime Charles or .A.lice could not save us, and Wadj!, for his own saf e ty, would turn against us. Some one must be punished for the crimes that have been committed. No earthly power could save us. We must save ourselves, and we can do it. Yes, George, all that is needed is a little firmnesa on your part, and we can retire with flying colors.111' "You are a thinker, Sara. What can we do?" The personal estate is negotiable within twenty-four hours. It can he convEirted into cash and we can slip away and let Wadji and the tight over what remains." A Jong time George Bindal was silent, but at length he asked. How can it be done?" There was a listener to the conversation above recorded. Sleuth was at his post, and had overheard every word that had passed between Sara and George Bindal. First, can you tel! me how much of the estate is negotiable?" I could realize half a million dollani." Are the securities in your possession?" They are; and, what is more, they were never accounted for as a part of the proceeds of the estate. It was an error which, up to the present time, has never been corrected." "George Bindal, you are a fool!" exclaimed the woman, pas sionately, not to have told me this fact before. It would have saved us all this trouble." I did tell you-before we ever entered into this dangerous game at all. Listen: I have in my possession three or four hundred thousand additional, all negotiable." "Oh, fool I have been!" "It would have been better and safer, Sara, if we had suc ceeded. You know we will be fugitives all our lives if we carry off this.money." "Let us once get possession of the money, and I will risk all the perils of being a fugitive. But now let us act at once." What shall I do?" "Go to New York. Convert the securities Into gold." "Yes-and then?" "Telegraph me, and I will come on to New York, and we wilI take the first steamer direct to France. A.h, George, this will be grand! W adji will lose, after all, and we will be rich, and I shall yet be the-" Do not talk of what you will be until you are safe in Europe, Sara. It is a difficult game we have to play even now." .. How so?" You forget the man who stood over the coffin. I am tracked at every step I take." "Nonsense! George, you are a coward!" "Had my advice been taken, we would not at this moment be in our present predicament. You have had the management all along. and we are in trouble. We have met disaster. Now you must let me plan and sugRest." And we will lose all.' "First hear my plan. We know that this man who stood over the coffin is a wonderful man. He has appeared at strange mo ments in the most unaccountable manner. He appears to know everything, and appears to time everything just to a second. He was on hand t o save your life to-night, but he was also on hand t<> overhear every word that passed between you and Wadji. He may, in some mysterious manner, wind of our present scheme." The woman turned pale, and qmck as a flash ran and opened the door leading into the hall. There was no one there. Sleuth tumbled to a possibility, and made himself scarce. There have been no listeners to-night, that is certain." No, I do not believe we have been under surveillance to-night Sara, otherwise I should have taken greater precautions. That man, in my opinion, is piping Wadji, and that gives us a chance ; but. we do not know at what moment he may turn up, and we must move with the ulmost care. Now that I know the character ol the man, I know also how to play against him." Sleuth was jubilant. He felt that he was about to catch tht whole business, and he was not mistaken; and once again the wis dom of the old thief-taker Wail justified. What is your plan, George?" You must trail the man who stood over the coffin." Why trail him?" He is our most dangerous enemy, especially in our new scheme." "But we need not mind him. We can skip off quietly and leave him to pipe Wadji." "Sara, l',e had more experience with detectives than you Itave, and a good detective is a man who covers the whole ground when. on a trail. This man who is piping us is evidently a wonderful man. Don't you s ee that man must have been upon our track even while we were working our scheme?" "Who could have started himY" Ahl there's the mystery. It is possible that Charles may have suspected something, and may have held consultations long before we dreamed of his movements. Charles you remember, is a smart fellow-no fool by any means. You have reason to know that", Sara. Anyhow, there is a detective upon our track, a remarkable man, a fellow who knows well that we can not con ceive how much he knows of us and our doings; and in this, our last move, we must move slowly and surely." But we have no time to lose." "We will not lose any time; but you mus! pipe this detective." "Well, when I find him?" "You must fall into his schemes.'' "Whal will we gain by that?" I will explain. His attention must be drawn off from my movements. We must know where he is while I am in New York. If you are entertaining him in Philadelphia, I can not be under his surveillance in New York." "And what shall be my next move, George?" "You shall pretend to him that you have a clew as to the whereabouts of Alice. You will meet him by appointment, take him by rail away from Philadelphia-take him South on a journ e y that will surely occupy the whole of one day. While you are off with him, I will go to New York, turn our bonds into cash, and then-" The man stopped. "Well what then?" "We take our ti.me. With the money we are all right, but holding the bonds is dangerous." The sister and brother remained talking for a long time; but Sleuth had got all the information he desired, and slipped away. The detective took a notion to run down and interview WadjL

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OLD SLEUTH IN PHILADELPHIA.. Meantime, h e set in motion a little game intended as a play again s t S ara Bind.al when the latter s hould open up her little country excursion w h e me. Meantime while Sl euth was gradually closing in on the real f acts, strange scenes were trans piring on the banks of the S chuyl kill. As our reader s will i:emember Alic e Fairfa x had fallen asleep in lhe room to which she h a d run to find r e fuge from the impassioned assault s of the Indian boy Alea Our reader s will also that she had suddenly been awakened. The girl rose from the seat where she had been sleeping, and stood upon th e floor listening Terror filled her heart She feared she had been tracked, and at any moment the frenzied lad !llight r\lsh in upon her. She was in total darkness, and c ommenced groping around to find the mantel-shelf, hoping to find a match She moved carefully about, lmt unfortunately tripped against something, 1md was precipitat e d forward, and f e ll with great force to the floor, her head coming against the s ide wall as she fell. The girl lay still, momentarily stunned hut after a time recov ering somewhat from the effects of her fall, she sought to rise once more to her feet, when her eye was attracted by a little spark of tire near her face. A moment she gazed in surprise, and as she gazed her surprise increased, and a cold tremor ran to her heart as the suspicion c rossed her mind that it was the glitter of the eye of some ammal. At length however, she felt a desire to ascertain what it really was, and summoning her native courage, she reached forth her hand, and the glittering light disiippeared. "What can it be? she muttered; and as she spoke she withdrew her hand, when there once again sparkled and shone the little sharp ray of light scintillating its ray like a living spark. Again Alice thrust forward her hand, and her fingers pressed upon a sharp surface. "It's a gem!" she exclaim e d; and with her fingers she sought to seize it but the thing could not be moved. Alice determined to aecure the gem at all hazards, and after working some time, she managed to drag it out. Having se c ured the Alice began to think about escaping from the room. While still reflecting. she heard a noise. A shrill scream followed. In the terror of the mom 'ent Ali c e also uttered an involuntary scream, and ran madly across the room with out stretched arms. She was brought to a halt by comin g again s t a door, and, fortunatei y s he pressPd. her h q nd again s t the knob. Instinc tively she turned it.. l t yielded, and the door opened. The !'lirl was b es ide h e rs e lf a t the moment or s he would have acted with mor e caution; b11t when peopl e are they almost always involunt aril.v rush from one mto a gre at e r. As matters turned, it was lucky for Alic e that m her frenzy 11he did open the door and a s she rushed out into the lighted haTI, a trage dy f e ll under her st a rtled gaze. The t e rribl e thug h a d bee n at his work ; indeed, a trage dy was in P.rogrc ss. A1ca stood at one end of th e h a ll, toward the stairs, his gle a ming eyes bl a zing like two balls of fir e Upon the floor lay Ol a writh ing in the agonies of de a th. Al e a h e ld in his hand the end of a rope ; the coil was about the n ec k o f the Indian woman. Ali ce sprung forward, and with one d as h of her knife, which was sharpe ned t o the of a ra zor, sev er ed th e cor d; then urge d b y some stran g e impelling forc e, s h e rau to th e writhin g forqi. of Om and loosen e d the cord about h e r n ec k ; then s he turne d and fa ce d A lea. The Indian boy stood like OM para l y z e d, as Alic e lik e an un bidd e n apparition, rush e d from the do ctor's room The fa c t of se ein g her rus h from th a t room was a freez e r to his bloo d a nd whe n s h e cut the thug d e ath-lin e be w a s for th e moment p owe rl ess to act. Ali ce w as full y aro u sed. S h e a t the in s t ant was en(\ o w e d with superhuman coura g e; and urge d by a n impul se sh e c ould not c on trol, she advan ce d knife in h a nd, tow a rd Ale a, h e r blu e e y es a flam e and h e r be a utiful fo rm tre mblin g wit h e x cite ment l:ltran g e to say, the Indi a n boy slunk from befor e her. CHAPTER XVII. ALICE stood a mom e nt ga zing a ft e r him a nd then h e r ey es f e ll upon t he se ver e d thug-li ne and a full r ea liz a tion o f th e h o rror o f the sce n e flas hed upon h e r, and h e r c o u rage fled a s q ui c kl y as it had be en 1 1rou s ed. Sh e w as sei z e d with a fit of tre mbling, and f e lt r e ady t o sc r ea m with hy s t e ri a w h e n a h a nd w as l a id upon her s houlder. S h e turne d a n d f aced Ola "You h a v e sa ved my life!" sa id th e Indi a n w o man Y es; h e woul d have s tran g l e d y ou The r e wa s a w il d g l e am in th e wom a u .'s eyes as s L e s a id : "You fail e d " How f ailed?" H e di sc ov ered m y a h se nce." "Do not l e t u s s t a nd h ere a nd t a lk Com e w e will fly fr o m this horritl pluce a t on ce!" crie d Ali c e N o; we w ill n o t go yel." "Bu t Akii? Ile will rctnm a nd kill u s b oth! .. Y ou n eed have n o f c nr. Now th a t I kn ow h e i s my e nemy, lie can no t h a rm me. H e \\'ill fea r m e now m o r e tha n I will fea 1 him." Wadji may r e turn a t n n y m o m e nt. "The wor s t has c o m e t o thP. w o r s t. I do not fear Wadji; l wili def! him. But tell me how f.t i s y o n fail e d." Ale a was s m arte r than you believ e d You thou ght yo u w ere dece iving him, but he kn e w that yCiu intended to go aw ay " ThiR is strange." But it is as I tell you. He knew that you intended to go away H e knew why you sent him with the food to me You t.hought you were deceivin g him but he was deceiving you. Alea is not de af and dumb. " I know that; but he do e s not Rpeak your language?" Al e a speaks Englis h as well as you do." "Where were you when I return e d ? " I was in that room "How came you there?" I fled from A lea." "Why did you flee from him?" "He would have assail e d me "Enoug h He i s doom e d I Wadji will kill him!" But w e will not t e ll W adji." "Yel>; w e will tell him all-tell him to save my life "I thought you did not fear Wadji?" "I do fe a r him ; but when worst comes to I am pre pared to defy him; but since Alea has made an attack Jpon you, his peril i s greater than mine." Let us flee from this house." "No, no; I can noi leave Wadji yet. But you tell me you were in that room?" "Yes. "How came you tl> go there?" I ran out from my room through the window to the top of the porch to escape from Alea. I found the window of that room open ; I entered it. " It is st range tha t the window of. that room should be open. No living soul has entered that room since Wadji selected it as his own apartment. It Is a wonder you ever came from ft alive "It was fortunate I was able to get out." "Yes; that fellow Alea intended to murder me. Had you been a few seconds later I was lo st." "Now, what shall we do ? " .N oth.ing." "Why remain here?" Because ycu are safer here than anywhere else, my dear obld.,. Did you see Sara Bindal?" "I did." "And what have you discovered?" That Wadji has lied to you." / Charles is not false?" I never believ11d he was, Alice." "But what have you le a rned?" S a ra Bindal believes him dead." "The n he can n o t be h e r husband." That is a false tale of th e do ctor's." The n thi s is no place for me. I have but juat escaped a fate worse than death." "You n e ed h a ve no f ear; Wadji dare not harm you. I will always be ne a r ; but it is only a matter of a few ther rlnn ge r thre1tt c n s A l ice d i d not kn o w whl'th e r th e wom a n wns t e llin g th e truth or n o t : wh et h e r it w as a \\'e ird s up e r s tition th a t pre vent e d h e r from ente rin g th e room, or a m ere ph ys i cnl t e rr or Where s h all l sea r c h for the ge m ? " Ever yw h ere." B n t a n y thin g as va luabl e as th e sac r e d relic would not be left a b o ut easy of a cces s

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OLD SLEUTH IN 25 "You can search-listen: you mny find a jewel-box; if so, bring it to me.'' "But Wadji may come here at any moment." He will not be here for t\\"O or tllree days." Alea may go to him." "Alea will never go to him! Alea is doomed; his attack upon you lrns 1 sealed his fate." "Alea holds a secret." "Go find tile gem and I will worm Alca's secret from him." What will you do if I find the gem?" "I will he yot
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I 26 OLD SLEUTH IN PHILADELPHIA. "You and I will do so after Wadji's next visit." You will not again leave me alone in the house with A!ca ?" "Never! But come; you need rest, and so do I. We will decide upon many important matters to-morrow." It was near the dawn of day when the two women retired to their rooms. When once ulone, Alice sat down and again thought over the situation. The girl felt a strong impulse to escape from that house of mystery. She could not truet even Ola. She had become satis fied that the Indian woman was but utilizing her presence for some ulterior design. When Sleuth left the house, atter bavin g listened to the conver sation between Sara Bindal and her brother, he walked down to ward the house of Doctor Wadji. The detective was absolutely assured that the doctor held Alice Fairfax a prisoner in his possession-a living prisoner-and the
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( OLD SLEUTH IN PHILADELPHIA. 27 Sleuth, as our readers know, bad the points down on Miss Sara's and he said: "It. is strange. Bindal, under all the circumstances, that yon shnuld he willing to surrender the girl to me." vVadji lrns t n rned against me. I do not serve you for love of yourself, but because I lrnte Wadji." l will i;ro with you, miss." "When?" Wirhin an honr." Sam Bindal walked away, and taking a cab, hastened to her home. "usuA.I, she met by brother George. "It's all right.!" she exclaimed. "And he is ro go with you?" "Yes. Within an hour." 'J'.he brother appeared greatly pleased, and \ 8ara, if tl1is goes through all right, we are fortunate people. You will have to f"nme on to New York. But vou are sure t!Je man is going with you?" He jumped at the idea of going." The brother and sister arranged their plans, and Sara bid him good-bye and proceeded to meet Sleuth. Sleuth, meantime, was also engaged putting up a job, as it were, and it would be 11 cold day when a woman could fool the veteran detective. After leaving Sara Bindal, the detective made certain prepara tions. He was determined to secure the personal estate All along it had been bis fear that Sara and her brother would get away with the money, and the latter fact was an obstacle in the way of closing in hi3 game. At the appointed time, to a second, Sara Bindal was at the rendezvous. Sleuth, however, did not put in an immediate ap pearance. The woman pacecl rapidly to and fro, each moment becoming more and more excited. He will not come!" she said. "He will not come As she pllced, a man passed by her, and, despite her veil, evi dent.Jr recognized her, for he tdrn, ed !lbout and approached the veiled womRn. Ah, Miss Binclal. you here'!" "Doctor Vi'lldji! I hava no time to waste words with you." "I am the only man with whom you should waste words, as you term it, at this moment "You had better go your way." Who was the moo who assailed me last night when you were in my office?" A. friencl." I should say he was not. your friend: for the man, as he spoke to me. would appear to be your most bitter enemy. And now let me t ell you somethin11;, Miss Sam. Your cunning has ruined our whole scheme. You r dishonesry toward me has spoiled the pudding for ns all. Now, I will give you !?OOrl advice; you have dis charged all your gnns, but I have a whole battery in reserve." Sara Bind al turned slightly pule under her veil. She had en joyed 1he interview, but the doctor's last remark was unpalatable. Were it not that she had her last scheme, as she supposed, in suc cessful progress, she would have been very uncomfortable. At that instant Sara glanced across the street and saw Old Sleuth. CHAPTER XIX. TuE detective motioned secretly to the woman that it was all right, and she felt easier. Sara Bindal walked away, but was soon aware that the doctor was following her. Further down the street she met Sleuth, who was advancing toward her. As he passed, he said: "You are being followed. Bm never mind, go straight to the depot; you will see me on the train; I will follow you." Sara Bindal took the hint, and proceeded to the depot. She was compelled to wait an hour before the1 train she had determined to take would start, and while she waited she saw the detective moving around the waiting-room. After the train had eft the depot, the detective started to walk through the car, and as lie passed where Sara Bindal sat, he said in a low tone: Your shadow is on the train." "Where?" "In the fldjoining car. But never mind; I will just follow you and will not speak to you flgai n." The woman nodded her assent, Rnd the detective walked on. The train covered fifty miles, and Sara Bindal made no e1Iort to leave if. the cletective approached her, and asked: J1 )W far tlo we go?"' We leave lhe train about thirty miles from here." All right," was the answer. Meantime, Sara began to revolve in her mind a pllln for leaving the train sooner She had fully determined to shake Sleuth. The woma11 watchrd her chance, and entered the ladies' room, and there remained until the train stopped, and just as it was leaving passed out to the platform and leaped off while the car was in motion. The train thundered on, and Bindal laughed outright. "Well, I am a lucky woman!" she muttered, und
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28 OLD SLEUTH IN PHILADELPHIA_ Victor followed her from the station. "Did my brother go to New York?" Yes, miss At that moment Sara Bindal saw the detective standing upon the oppo s ite side of the stre et. "That man i s followin g me, s he murmure d and a fierce gleam shone in her e yes. Turning to Vi c tor, she said: "Victor, do rou s ee that old man ov e r th e r e wearing Yes, miss .' "If you will follow that man and beat him into a j lly I will give you one thous and dollar s." "How can we mf\na ge it, miss? "You l e ave me here I will walk to some lon e ly place. You will follow m e s hadow us, aud wh e n 11 good opportunity ofters, y ou do as 1 All right; start on your trip. I will be at your heels, and I will earn. the mon ey." The woman walk e d away several squares, and took a car going toward Fairmount Park. R e aching the vic inity of the park, the woman alighted and walked :i.way through an unfrequented and un s ettl e d neig hborhood, and was soon m a de aware of the fact that she was being followed. "I wonder what his object is in following me? she muttered, and she d e t e rmined to await his approach and s peak to him. The seeing the woman stop, advan ced, and as he drew neat, Sara said: "You are following me?" .. Yes." "What i s your obj e ct? Yoq have no right to shadow my footstep." Oh, y es, I have ; you promised me a favor "I would lik e to know what all this mean s." It means that the time has arrived for you to make an open and full confession ; you are to tell me just wher e I can find Alice Fairfax." Sara Bindal glanced around furtiv e ly, 11.nd at l e n g th espied Victor. The mulatto w as prep a red to do his work. CHAPTER XX. THE darky drew a club 'and sprung toward the detective, exelaiming : "Halloo! Who are vou?" The detectiv e drew a' pi s tol, and c ov e rin g the fellow, said "You s e e who I am. I a m just in h e re anrl what' s here will be in you in jus t a bout three new-time minute s if you don't make yourself s carce. You get!" Vi c tor did ge t. He w as armed but h e did n o t d a re draw a weapon again s t a man as c ool as the detectiv e A moment lat e r and S a ra Bind s ] and the de tec tiv e w e re once more nlone. "I thought you were a smarter wom a n th R n to a tt P mp t to ge t up any su c h job on me, Miss Bindal. I am too old a h a nd to be caught." The rle tertive then fell out of sight. Meantime, Geor ge Bindal was att endin11: to the business he had in band, aft e r a fashi o n . A.sour will remember, the man c lrnn g ed his a pp e arance, packed a portmanteau, deliver e d bi s fina l ins tru c tions to Victor, i;nd left th e hou se. H e proc eede d direct to th e d e pot, and arrived just in tim e to board a train bound for N e w York. The tra in h n d jus t s t a rt e d, when a v e r y n e at, busines s -like look -ing g e ntl e man took th e un o c c upie d s e a t beside George Bindal. As th e s tranger s e a ted himself, he said: A pl e as a nt d ay. "Yes, s ir, v e ry pl easant." As a usu11l thin g, G e or ge Bind a l a very quiet and retic ent man, but sin g ul a rly en o u g h at th e tim e of hi s sec ret trip to New York he showed a disposition to talk. Wh e n the train reach e d Newark, the stranger asked: "Whe re do you stop ? "I think of returning to ni ght." Ah, you will not rem a in ov er?" "No, s ir ; I h ave a little b a nkin g business to do, a nd when my business i s over I sh a ll tak e a lat e train back toPhil a d e lphia The s tran ge r l o oked at his traveling comp a nion in a surprised manner, and sa id : "You do not e xpect to do a ny hankin g busin ess to-d ay?" "My busine8s i s with a private banke r whom I will meet after busin e ss hours.'' "You have a large number of securities to di s pose of I s up pose ? George Bind a l look e d like a man who h a d suddenly been con froritrd with a g has 1Jy Appa rition "Sir, you a r e c ertainly assuming a knowledge of my aftairs that is unwarranted." "I know your business in New York. I have no need to ask you any questions." Geoge Bindul turned paler, and looked more anrl more amazed. "I do not under s tand you, sir." I told you l knew all about your business. I know who you are.'' The men were speakin g in a low tone. "Yon know who I am, sir?" "Yes; I know who you are. Aad can't you guess who I am?" "I can not But I recognize in you an impertinent fellow "Go slow. George Bind ,]." George Bindal trembled . And now George," continued the stranger, "you will go with me to a hotel." >Nill have nothing to do wttn you." "Will you g o to a hotel with me or will you go direct to jail ? " I will go to a hotel with you." "You hav e c ome to a wise conclusion," said Sleuth. "I am beaten," frankly acknowl e dged Binds!. Whil e the two men were talking, the train dashed into the depot at Jersey City George Bindal reached for his portmanteau, but Sleuth was too quick for him. The detective took possession of the little treasue bag Hold! you can not take that!" said Bindal in a determined tone. It is my property." ."Since when?" I am willing to accompany you and talk over a compromise, but I must carry my own bag g age." The pass e n g er s h a d almost a ll l e ft the car, and the detective reached over and whispered in the man's ear : Make any resistance, and I will shoot you down like a dog. And I wonld serve you right, you white-livered assasainl" George Bindal yielcled. Am I a prisoner?" he demanded. "Yes, you are a prisoner." The two men left the car, and Sleuth said: "I have recovered the securities. You can now go where you please. Good afternoon." Sleuth walked away, leaving George Bindal standing on the sta tion platform. The veteran crossed the river to New York, proceeded to his home, and examined the contents of the portmanteau. He had indeed made a good haul. The detective proceeded down-town, made certain arrangements, and took the fast train back to Philadelphia It was between ten and eleven o'clock when the detective arrived in PhiladP.lphia on his return trip. Sleuth proceeded direct to the hotel where he lodge,d during his P ojourn in the Quaker City, and a few moments later was joined by hi s double. The detective's friend, whom we shall call Andy, was a shrewd young man who had been trained to the business by the detective; and Andy bad his master's ways down so well, he c-0uld, when occasion required, get himself up as an exact double; and, what wa s more. he could imitate the tones and manners of the veteran to perfe c tion. Whe n the two detectives met Andy asked: How did you make out?" I captured the swag." Good boy!" Sleuth r e lat e d bi s experi e n c e and Andy remarked: You h a d it e a s y on him, old man "Yes; b e m nde no fight. I did not expe c t he would; the thiag was to o d ea d on him." S l e uth no.v r e sol ved to v isit G e or g e and Sara Binds!. On th e w ay to th e Brutone m a n s ion, Sleuth gave his double cer tain points. nnd a t the hou s e they separated. Sl e uth did not e nter the house at once. R e took a survey and, whil e s o engage d, tumbl e d to a p o int. It w as a d a rk ni g ht, and the detective had been moving cau tiously around the house, when he e s pied the figure of a m an, and in a mom ent the vet e ran discove red tha t the stranger, like himself, wa s a mous e r "There' s my double game! muttere d S leuth, as he re c ognized Wadji. Sle uth had hi s own method for ent e rin g the mansion, as our read ers rem e mb er, and his ingress and e gress hole had never been discovered The mom e nt the door closed on Wadji, Sle uth made a run round to his hole, and had his old position just as Wadji and Sara Bind a l faced each other in the library. H o w dare you com e here?" demanded Sara. W a dji was cool and calm as u s u a l. "I came h e re to have a little talk with you . I will s ummon a witness to our interview." "You need have no fear; we are in the same boat n!JW. The 1ame h a s all gone against us." Bad you been faithful, we would not be in peril at this moment." All would ha .ve been well had you paid over the money ; but that is not \he r e al cause of our present peril." "Wha t is the real c a use "The fact that Charl e s Brutone and Alice Fairfax are at this mom e nt alive " How do you know that what you tell me is true?" A g ain Wadji s poke in a low, husky voice as he said: "Had the man who stood over the coffin really gaz e d on the face of the dead, had your original plan been carried out, all would h a v e been well." You admit that much?" 1 I do. " You may yet regain iny confidence." "I must And all is not yet lost. Our peril has all come the mysterious man who stood over the coffin "No; it came out of your treachery. You have practically ad mitt e d a s much "I will admit what you say in that respect. The man would have bad no grip on us if th e cousins had really been dead. To me they may yet owe their deaths!" Th e woman's face became illumined wit4 a glare of hope. She dre w nea1er to Wndji, and in a low to1Je demanded: But what will prevent. the proof of murder!" "They will never find the bodies." You can not l}ide them from our Nemesis." I can destroy so that there will remain of them no more than there is of the man who was buried under the apple-tree. and

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OLD SLEUTH IN PHIL.A.DEL PHIA. whos e remains suppli e d sap t o the fruit ; a nd I can d.i.stribut e their bon es a nd sinews lik e d u s t to t h e fou r win ds of hoo ven. A ga in th e r e fo ll owed a sile n ce The woma n thou ght intensely. At l eng th sh e sa id : Yo u h a v e some de mand to mr.ke?" "Yes. '1 "What i s your d e m a nd?" "Hal f t he es t ate. We have not muc h tim e to s p are. Lis t e n : I m a k e t his p r opos ition k now in g th a t y o u h ave been in trea t y with the de t e ctive." Yo u a r e m i stake n." ' Y ou went t o A-to day' in company' with the d e t ec tive." "You followed me?" "I did "Appea r a n ce s may h a ve beer. a g ain s t me : but I was not in any ga111e a g ain s t you I w as pl a yin g a g a me to s ave m yself, and i:i. s avin g m yse lf I w oul d h ave s aved y o u Ye s W a d j i within a n h o ur I att e mpt e d to silenc e the m a n who stood ov e r the coffin I fail ed th e re; it was a l es t d es p erate e ffort to kill him Our Nemesis is a te rribl e m a n1 a nd until you c ame h e re I had made up my mind to g iv e u p the fight." "And now?" I a m w illin g t o fight it out if you off e r a n y c hance. But I tell y ou w e hav e a t e rri b l e man to pl a y a g ain s t "The m a n has 11l ways s u cceede d aga in s t yo u; again s t me, nev e r. H e ha.q t railed a nd s h11rlow e d but h e h as not ye t foud th e co u s ins, and h e n eve r ca n find th e m unl ess I surre nder them, a nd I c a n s ur r e nd e r th e m it I c h oos e I c11n m11ke b e tter t e rms tha n you for I have some t hing t o ofte r ; yo u no1hin g; and y e t I am not prepared to su r r e nd e r I go no t t o h i m ; I comtl to yo u. "If I c oul d only b e lie v e y o u w e r e t e lling m e the truthl" C H APTER XXL Miss B1NDAL, I wish to m a k e a l a r ge s take ; the gam e i s a ll in my own hands. I ca n go t o t h e d e t ecti ve; h e knows that the cou s in s liv e ; h e h as a lr ead y off e r e d me a l a r g e sum for their s ur render, and as I told yon, I ca n treat with th e co usins for their lib erty; but w i t h you a nd your broth e r we ca n sec ure the whol e est a t e a ll o f it, e v e r y dollar and l a u g h a t the detec tive." Do, do ; go p erform your p art of the plan; you can d e pend upon u s " Tha't will not do " WJ1at will \ OU h a ve more?" "I will h ave' a guara nte e that will hold you and your brother to the performnn c e of your a g re e m ent." "I w ant tim e to think over your proposition Come here to-mor row, and you cai1 talk with my brother al so. I wish my brother was here now." At that moment the door open e d and George Bindal stepped into the room. 8 ra Bindal raised her hand in a cautionary manner for her brothP.r to remain silent What does that man want here?" "Hush. George! The doctor is our frfend, after all." "I know bett e r; be bas been acting treacherously to us all through." George Bindal be drew a revolver Hold, George! What would you do?" "I hl\ve returned to Philadelphia for no other purpose than to pay that wretch off-pa,r him his dne!" Stop, George; you will ruin alll" Sam, are you permitting yourself to be sttll deceived by that man?" George, I want you to hear what he hw got to say." I would not. believe a dying confession coming from his perju:ed lips." There is yet a chance to save all The cousins are both alive. "Thank Heaven!" came the ejaculation. They are in the power of W adji. Within a few hours they can both be corpses " Who will destroy them?" "Wadji." "Let him hurt one hair of their heads, and I'll be their avenger. Indeed, si s ter, there is but one road to safety for us, and that is over that man's mis erabl!l corpse!" "Hold, George! you know not what you say." "I have weighed e very word." "You 11.re discouraged: but all will yet go well "Curse the whole bu s iness, s ay I-yes, curse it ulll and a thousand curses on the head of tha t wretch who first suggested the game of iRiquity! W a dji ro se to his feet, and facing Bindal, demanded. : "Do you charge tllat I first sug g e sted the whole business?" "I do.""" "You lie!" said Doctor Wadji. When the do c lor made th e last assertion, he left the room. When he had gone, Sara said : Georg e th e r e is but one living show for us, and if you do not accept it w e go to '.ail, and when released, we come forth beggars." "And Wadji comes to u s off e rin g e s c a pe and a fortune? Let me hear his off e r." The woman told all th'.l.t had passed between her and the doctor "I am a passive agent in all your a a mes, sis I will not st11nd in your way; it doe s not. make much differen c e to me I have my way of escape provided; a nd if you were a sensible woman you would make it a double tragedy At that moment there came a rap at the door Wadjl had re turned. I The man entered the room in his usual quiet and aseured manner. "ls you r brot h e r io b ette r t empe r?" :My brotll e r i s pre pared to li s ten to any proposition you ma.1 h a v e t o ma k e " As the matte r st ands t h e game is lost?" "Yes." I ca n save a ll. " A n d w h a t fa your d emand?" Halt th e fort une. " A mode r ate de m a nd doctor," s aid G e orge. It i s ev i dent, Mi'lS Bin d a l th a t your broth e r Is not friendly to our p l a n s B i:t we ca n w in n ow. It all r e m a in s with me. If I am m ade so li d as to m y s h a re, I will sav e th e whol e fo .. tune to lie di v id ed b e tw ee n ua; but I must lie assured-positively 1188ured ot m y sh a r e of th e s wag. " You ca n ge t n o ass l!ran ce from m e, said Ge orge. Do yo u me a n tha t you a re prepared to surren the estat e." "And to what amount do you wish the notes made?" "Two hundred and fifty thousand doilars. For that MJiount you gain possession of over a million. You have nothing to lose, all to gain, simply because if you do not sign the 11.otes, I will treat with the man who stood over the coffin."

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/ 30 OLD SLEUTH IN PHILADELPHIA. The doctor appeared to take particular delight in alluding to the detective as the man who stood over the coffin. If I give you the notes, when will the job be done?" "At once." But what proof shall I have that they are dead?"' "You shall gaze upon their dead faces." I will sign the notes," said George Bindal. Paper and ink and all the necessaries were at hand, and the notes were drawn in true legal style, and George Bindal signed. After the notes were signed, Wadji put them in his pocket, and remarked: "You have acted wisely; and now once mere we are friends." The doctor then took his departure. After he had gone, Sara turned to her brother, and said: "George, it is all right now. That man s interests are ours." The brother smiled in a pecu!ial' manner. Why do you smile?" I have reason to smile." There was a certain significance in the brothe1 's smile which ea used the sister to say: "You are holding back something from me." Well, the fact is, I am feeling quite happy-happier than I have felt for many months." "Then, in your heart you really think we will win?" "No; I am certain we wili never possess this fortune; I expect something entirely different. Sara, I expect that within forty eight hours Charles and Alice will be in possession here." '' And the prospect of thek return to this house makes you happy?" Yes.' When I.hey return what is to become of us?" We will go to Spain." To juil, yon mean." "No; Wadji will go to jail." The brother Jau&hed in a self-satisfied manner." "George Binda1, what do you meant" almost shrieked Sara Bindal. "I mean we would have been too late to accomplish anything." The sister's voice was a volume of concentrated bitterness, as she asked: George Bindal, have you turned traitor?" The brother laughed. George-George, I really fear you have lost your senses." "No; I am all right." When did you see the detective?" About ten minutes ago." He was in this house?" "Yes; he sent. me down here to sign those notes. He was a wit ness when they were signed." And were you the traitor who introduced him here to listen to our planar' "No. Wad.ii told you he was shadowed; but the man did not dream, at the time, how closely he was trailed. Why, Sara, each step he is taking now is piped, and it is utterly impossible for him to go to the place where the cousins are concealed. You and I hate been shadowed for weeks-detectives have been floating in the very air we breathe." The sister was silent a moment, but at length she said; "Then all hope is lost!" All hope of. our ever obtaining this fortune is lost." "And you are content to lose a fortune?" "Sara, it was never possible for us to win a fo1t.une. A Nemesis has been upon our track from the very first, and to-morrow ;vou will be satisfied I did right. Listen: I have given no information; no information was demanded of me; the man knows more of Wadji's movements and of his intentions than you or I, and to morrow.you will learn how true is all that 1 am telling you, and you will be thankful that I, at the last moment, when all hope of success had fled, made a friend of the terrible man who will close ill on the doctor." Sara was asadl disappointed woman, but it dawned upon her mind that, after all, under all tbe circumstances, it was fortunate that ller orother had got in ahead of w adji. "After all, it may be as well, George; but it is hard to come so near winning a fortune, anci lose it." At that moment the door opened, and Sleuth into the rpom. Sara Binaal sat and coolly faced the detective, and a cold thrill went through her heart when the won
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OLD SLEUTH JN PHILADELPHIA. 31 Alea mysteriously appeared upon the s c ene, a nd interfered in time to save the lif e of Alice. The woman in h e r fury. turn e d upon th e ladia n y o uth, but the latte r was as qui c k a n d agile as a mon k ey. H e avo id e d the mur derou s I hrn sts of the knife, n od a t l e u g lh su ccee d e d in again cat c hin g h u l d o f Ola's a rm, w hi c h h e h ad released a t the mom ent h e arrest e d th e blo w i nt c ud e d for Alice. A s harp e x c h a n ge of word s p as s ed bet.we en Ola and the Indi an. "You have int e rf e re d with me, A lea. You have won my e111mity now, and I will break m y promise." "Ne ver! you d a re not!" s a id A le a "Ahal Now I will tell you t.he truth. Wadji suspected you. I only went away at his c ommand, to test your loyalty." Al e a turnerl to Ali ce and s a id : Go out of the room. It was a strange r e quest to come from the Indian boy, but Alice obeyed A sudd e n resolution entered her mind. She started to go towJHd the door, when Ola sprung between her and it, ex claiming : "You sha ll not go! Alice do not for one moment believe that I would have harme d you. I only meant to fri g hten you, and when Alea has g one I will explain my violence; but I would not have harmed you." Alea came to Alice and bending close, said : !)o not trust her." Alic e tried to leave the rooHl. Ola reached forth her arms to seize the girl, but Alea intervened, when the woman turned on the boy like a wild cat. A desperate strug g le followed; it became a regular fight, similar to a combat between two wild animals. Alea piung e d a knife into the bosom of the furious woman. Ola shri e ked and f ell dying to th e floor Alice was froz e n with horror. It was the first tragedy she had ev e r witne s sed. The g irl would have l eft the room would have fted from the ghas tly sig ht, but her limbs wer e p a ralyzed. The fair girl wished that she were once outs ide the house; but, alas! she was soon to learn that s he had only e scap e d one peril to meet a one-indeed, a p e ril to which death was nothing. "She 1s dead mutternd Alea. Why did you kill Ola ? " She would hav e killed you. She was madl" Alice moved toward the door with her hands covering her face, as though the s i ght blasted h e r vision. She hoped to ge t outside the door. when she would run for her life: but her progress was checked From the lips of the India n boy c ame the ominous word s : "You must not gn; you must stay and li s ten to Aleal" Alice had an ide a as to what th e s ubject of the fierce boy's com munication would be, and her soul was filled with horror. The girl's face evidently b e trayed her wild alarm, as the Indian boy said: I will do you no harm. I love you. I am a prince. Come; we will flee from this pla ce You shall go with me to my n a tive land, and have gold and gems and slaves-everything that is beau tiful." Alice thought of a scheme, and she s aid: I can not li s ten to Alea in the presence of the dead. Remove the body of Ola." I will lead Ali c e to another room Com e," said Alea The lad appro ac h e d the g ir), and sudd e nly with the quickness of lightnin g thre w h e r to the floor. 'The de e d was done so quickly, Alice was powerle s s to mak e th e least res istance. From his pocket h e had drawn a cord and rapidly and deftly he had tied the poor g irl 's band s to ge ther, a nd her fe e t al so. The g irl was h e lpless-powerless in his grasp; a nd oh! how she wish e d at that m o m ent that s he c ould have c hang e d pla c es with poor Ola, who se fa ce wa s f as t assuming the rigidity of deathl Alea saw the look of horror upon th e girl's face, and said: "You need h a ve no fear ; Alea will not harm you I only make s ure that I can d e li v er yoa into the hand s of Wadji." The girl fell a s li ght se n se of reli e f upon heariog the lndiRn boy's decliiratiou anti h e r c onfid e nce incr e ased when s he saw him rais e the ghastly form of Ola in his arms, and carry it from the room. In I\ f e w mom e nts b e returned, and raising Alice from the floor, he placer! h e r upon the s ofa. At l e n g th Alea s pok e H e said. "You ar e in m y power, a nd I am in your power." How are y ou iu my p o wer ? Alice ventur e d to ask. "WRdji l eft y ou in my c har ge; my lif e w a s to a n s wer for your !afety. 1 b et r a y ed my tru s t. Y o u ca n t e ll W a d ji, and he will kill m e The re i s onl y one w a y 1 ca n sav e m ys elf ; I must s ilence y ou as I l m v e silc nr.ed Ola, or y ou mu s t m a k e m e a promi se. You muu t tell him Ola w as false; tha t Ola was t a kin g y ou from this hou se; t h at I ca m e to th e re sc ue ; that Ola attempted to kill me, and that I killed Ola. "And if I r efuse?" I will kill you !" I will promi s e to remain silent." Eno u g h I w ill trust your word." Al ea w e n t to where be bad plac ed the body of Ola. He raised the g h astly cor pse in bis arms a nd carried it away. It would b e h a rd to conceiv e a mor e t e rrible position. Alic e as b o und h a nd and foot. She had alre a dy passed through un heanlof horr o r s and s h e d a red not scream; and s o the hours passed until lon g afte r midnii;ht. At length Ali ce became cons c ious of the presence of some one in the r.>om. and her b.eart stood still. A moment p as sed, and there came a voice, saying: "Who is here?" It was the voice of Wadji. I am here returned Alice Where is Alea ? " I kn o w not You h ave n o t re tir ed?" I a m lying on th e s of a, bound hand and foot." 'The doctor utte r ed a n e x c lamation of surprise, when Allee said: S trik e a light." The d octo r found a lamp and match e s and as soon as the light was s h e d a br oad in th e room his e ye s r e sted upon Alice. "What do e s thi s m ean?" b e demand e d '' The r e h as been a terrible time in the house since you left" Who bound you?" "Alea." Why did h e bind you?" "You mu s t as k him." "Where is Ola?" She is dead." "Dead!" ejaculated the doctor. "Who killed her!" Ask Alea. " Ali c e he said, I wish you would tell me all that has occurred." "Please release me, doctor. You have always pretended to be my friend " I am your friend, my poor child, and I will prove myself your friend." The doctor advanced to the couch, and drawing a knife, cut the cords binding her wrists. In doing so he mad e a slight incision, seemingly by a c cident, from which the blood flowed "Poor child! how awkward of me! hut I am also my s elf ter ribly nervous I must re pair my error. I have s omething here that will stop the tlow of blood It is but a slight cut, ml child." Indeed, the doctor did have something to stop t.he flow o blood tC1 stop its flow f01'tl'/Je r. He had but to apply one drop of the drug to the wound and the blood would stop its flow-stop from pulsating round that agitated heart. The wound had been intentional; it was a part of the terrible man's murder plan. The doctor placed a tiny vial on the window-sill and pretended to examine the wound; then he said: I will soon fix it." The doctor removed the cork from the vial and carried the fatal drug toward the wounded arm. A momeut and a ll would have been over, the d e ed would have been done; but at that critical moment th e r e came an unlooked for interruption. A stern-faced man ent e red the room, leaped forward and dashed the vial from the do c tor's hand. The girl s life was saved. The wonderful detective had arrived just In time On e second later and he would have been too la te The doctor cowered with the look of a condemned soul, as pict. ured on the canva s of the great masters, while Sleuth stood calm, triumphant, but with a terrible look upon his face, and a vengeful gleam in his glorious eyes. CHAPTER XXIII. TURNING to Alice, the detective said: Miss Fairfax, you need have no fear now. I have run thic miserable assassin to a dead close in, and hE> will now face the consequences of his. crimes 1'he doctor spoke: "You seem to have confidence in this young lady." "I have Then sh e will bear witness to the fa c t that I am the savior of her life. Her r e l a tives would have murdered her. I sa v ed her life; you know tha t y ourself." "Doc tor, what was in that bottle I dashed from your hand?" I a ccident a lly cut the youl)g l a dy s hand. I intended to slop the flow of blood with its contents." "Doctor, list e n to me: there lies the vial. I will make an incision in your a rm, a nd apply a drop of that liquid. lf it stops the tlow of blood h a rmlessly, I will forgive all your crimes-I will do more; I will reward you munificently for your servi c es to Miss ll,airfax. '' To what amount?" Sleuth hesit a t e d a moment. He was satisfied as lo the re a l char a ct e r of the liquid, bnt the doctor might fool him after all. He migfrt some legerdemain, or he mi ght inject some antidot t Come y ou promised me a rew a rd; you offered me the chance of a n ordeal." "Yoe a pp ear a nxi o u s to under g o th e ord eal." "I a m : yo u h ave mad e a cert a in ch a rge aga in s t m e i n t h e pre s en c e of Mis s F a ir fax. N o w li s t e n: I will m a k e a n in c i s i o n in my arm ; you s h all a pply the liquid or stand a foul de fam e r of a n h onor a ble m an!" The d oc t or drew a knif e a nd m a de a s li ght in c i s i o n i n hi s arm from whi c h th e blood flowed s lowly The ex pr ess i o n o n the m an 's face was terrible a s he present e d the bleedin g arm t o S leuth, and s aid: The re-the re! Appl y the test!" Sl e uth hesit a l e d. " Apply the test yourself I'll not handle the vial. I dare you to drop the liquid upon the wound!" "And I dare you to make good your wo1ds, or confel'S yourself a liar! " I'll not be dared," said Sleuth. If it is harmless, all the better for you; I wronged you." The detective seized the vial. The doctor's face was livid. Sleuth reached forth his hand, and the doctor withdrew his arm.

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32 OLD SLEUTH IN PHILADELPHIA.. At the same instant a knife cut the !iir, and the treacherous blade would have pierced the heart ot a less experienced man tha::i the veteran. Sleuth had anticipated the game, as usual; the veterau was always on his guard, and he avoided the thrust. "You scounrlrell" he exclaimed; you are the assassin I called you!" r The doctor drew back, and said, coolly: I merely intended to p tLy you for your insults. I will still pwve you a liar. Give me the vial." Sleuth laid the vial down. The doctor smiled grimly, and taking the vial poured one drop on the bleeding wound, and the next instant he fell to the floor a corpse. Alice utte red a shrill scream of terror, while Sleuth stood calm and cold, a nd muttered: 'Tis better so!" Alice had passed through so many scenes of horror that she speedily reg a ined her composure. Miss Fairfax, it has been a long trail, but you are found and saved. at last.," said Sleuth. Who are you, sir?" "I am a detective. I have been upon that man s track ever since the night you were laid in the collin." It is all as a terrible dream to me, sir. Can you tell me all that. has occurred? why I am beret why that man would have murdered Will you tell me?" I will," answered the detective. When the detert.ive's narrative was conclndef that Charles wa.q a prisoner in that house. He then began a careful search of the grounds and while crawling across a circular space of sward, he discovered a little revolving ventilator. The detective went away, but soon l'eturned with a shovel, and he commenced to dig around the ventilator. His excavating was rewarded by a find. Sleuth continued his digging and soon uncovered the manhole of a cistern: and after a little prying be managed to pry off the covering, and thrusting his head down, he encountered a sight which rnused him to do an unusual thing-utter an oath! The detective saw a human being at the bottom of the well. The place had been utilized as a prison, and one glance was suf ficient lo prove that a prisoner was there and that he lived, for the chained man moved. The detective went away to the barn and er.cured a ladder, and carrying it to the opening, he thrust it down and started to de scend, when there came a feeble voice, exclaiming: "Am I saved?" Tears were in the eyes of the detective as he called back: "Yes you are saved!" Words of thankfulness fell from the lips of the poor object, and a moment later our hero stood beside the prisoner, and lll!ked: "Who are you?" lly name is Charles Alexander Brutene. Who are you?" l am a friend." The prisoner was silent a moment, and, strangely enough, Sleuth had not made any effort to release him. "Do you know my cousin Miss Alice Fairfaxf' "Yes; and she ls true to you." Do you know who my enemy ls? Do you know why I was placed here?" "Have you no suspicion yourself?" "None whatever. I did not know that I had an enemy in the world, unless --" The young man hesitated. "Is my cousin my friend?" demanded the youth. "Let me tell you that your cousin is a true and faithful friend; and as you have s,1ffered, so hasshe suffered; as you have endured peril, so she has edcountered peril also." And who is otlr enemy?" "Ai some future time you shall hear the whole story. And now Jet me tell you tl!at you must remain here a short time longer." The detective did not dare release the youth, for fear he would !ush right from the place and exhibit himself, and after his long confinement, he prescntec! a horribly haggard appearance. The detective ascended from the strane-e prison, proceeded to the room where Alice and the detective, A nay, awaited, and asked. r. Miss Fairfax, I suppose you are anxious to leave this place?" .. 1 am.'' "You shall do so at once, provided you have the necessary cloth!ng." The girl blushed, and admitted that she had no street apparel. Sleuth thought a moment, and then gave certain orders to his pal. and the latter disappeareLnations p as sed between Sleuth and tbe man who had returned in the carriage, and the events that followed have nothing direclly to do with our narrative. The suicide of Wadji was established, and Inter on his body was claimed by a man who professed to be his friend, and who, as it droved, established a rel a fionship in time sufficient to inherit the doctor s personal effects, which were his whole estah. We will here also state that two bodies were found in the Schuyl kill River. The bodies were those of the murdered Ola, and Alea, the suicide. Sleuth, later on, in thinking over the matter, was convinced that the Indian lad sought death rather than face the vengeaace of his weird !Ilaster, the doctor. The detective had accomplished his mission, and he took Charles Brntone to the city. Upon the day following the incidents described, Sleuth met Alice Fairfax. The girl did indeed look beautiful as she thanked the detective for all his kindness. She had heard the whole story, and indeed her gratitude was great. The detective proceeded to the Brutone mansion. He arrived just in time. The brother and sister had made all their arrange ments to depart. "You will not stop and see the cousins?" said Sleuth. No." The answer came from Sara Bindal. ) "Where do you go?"' "To New York. Where is Wadji!" asked Sara. Death closed in on him, and the grave will be his p r ison." The woman turned pale. It is a singular fact that murderers will blanch in the presence of death which comes through the will of Providence. George Bindal and his sister went away, and Sleuth took posses sion ot the house. The detective went to the place where A!ice had been under the guardianship of Andy, and informed }ler that the hour had come for her t0 take formal possession of her home. The girl bad ma friend, it is nil right." Sleuth had advised an immediate marriage, and that was what Ch n rles mennt when he said it was all right. Within the hour they were married and S!euth 's work was done. We ban oniy to add that the matter of the estate was easily settled. There' wa no question as to the intent of the will, and a mouth subsequent to the mncriage, when the detective paid a vii;it. to Philadelphia, he found matters all satisfactorilr arranged, and .Mr. and Mrs. Brutone in full and happy possession of the vast fortune which bad been bequeathed to them. TllE END


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