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Tales ai Rssiiius Marvel, Guardian oi Brak Treasure
By WELDON J. COBB
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T ill ; books of the Atlas Xationni
bank contain many a mention of
Millionaire Robert Dale. This
would he natural, for he was our
oddest and most prominent director in
The institution. His dealings had run
iUI> into tie* millions. Put a plain rec
ord and a clean sheet were all the sur
iface indications, showing no more, no
Jess, than the bare limit account of
fsome saving, underpaid clerk laying
•aside an illy spared surplus for a
.rainy day.
When it comes to the secret
archives, however, the confidential
flies accessible only to the officers and
jeredit manager of the bank, that is a
different proposition. He had company
In that department—a ghostly troop
of family skeletons, closeted at home
safely, locked away from public view
in the strong steel safety vaults.
Should they ever parade forth, one
Basil Trego, among several of like
mold, would strut and caper across
the stage, and vanish leaving the im
pression that honored names are some
times a farce and honest men a
rarity. It might then be shown how
und why that great protector of
finance, the active head of the United
Bankers' Protective association, Resiii
us Marvel, was called into the most
the Atlas National,
secret councils of
to ward off disgrace and peril from
our valued friend and client, and final
ly to save his life and his millions.
1 recall Robert Dale just as he ap
peared that bright June morning when
the president of our institution sum
moned me to his private office, and
the gravity and earnestness of his
face influenced mo to the belief that
something out of the ordinary was in
the wind
"Mr. Dale Is in the directors' office."
advised our chief official, "and wishes
to see you. I have told him of certain
attributes of yours that we have recog
nized—a close mouth, a strictly busi
ness attitude, and unfaltering accuracy
of judgment."
"I thank you," I bowed, with a natu
ral glow of pleasure at the handsome
compliment.
"Poor Dale!" observed the presi
dent. "he needs the exercise of all
these qualifications, indeed. A journey
on your part may be necessitated. Fall
in with his plans, whatever they may
be."
I proceeded at once to join the wait
ing visitor. He greeted me in a friend
ly manner and touched a chair by his
aide.
"I am going to ask a good deal of
you," he said—"service I can never
sufficiently repay you for because I
wish you to share my troubles, and
the load isn't a light one. I want a
man who can remember always, yet
forget absolutely so far as others are
concerned. It is about my step
nephew, Basil Trego."
The last name was not unfamiliar to
me, but I did not show that, this was
so. I recalled the first incident with-
in by knowledge of the young man
where a music hall danseuse had kick-
ed her dainty slipper into his lap—
high honor for the shallow-pated
youth, who proceeded to lavish his
own and the money of ethers upon
her. It had led to tho presentation
nd payment of a forged check on
- uncle. Nor was it the only one.
the bank had never let Mr. j
low what we suspected. When
|ed over the forgeries, accept-
loss in silence, the incident
|pped so far as we were con-
i Therefore, this honorable old
man fancied he was impart-
p a great secret when he said
I infinitely depressed and se-
^ephew, 'Basil Trego is a
1er two years this young
(tinned the millionaire, "has
iof idle profligacy, riot and
once, but twenty times he
checks on this institution
|y forged name There
.pse where, Ï suppose,
liât he w-as my nearest
^ive and likely to inherit
ÿ he curbed his extrava
iw months since, however,
p forged notes in my name
tODO. Later he took some
^m my safe, disposed of
New York city, and asso
it there with a notorious
rs, among them a woman
Bruhl."
pnta! note of this for fu
wbile Mr. Dale went
|ce he appeared at my
prate condition of fright
pretended remorse,
le a final $">,000, to go
Ii place of refuge and re
nted past He realized
t up sa?« guards to out
er forgeries or pecuia
ly told him my decision,
lade, and he was cut off
'Bar. I had written abroad
daughter of a distant
Winifred Dunscombe,
ying art at Rom«', oft'er
ue and to make her my
would come here. As
gave him one hundred
im to go to Windsor ovt
D etroit, in Canada
t from me a finai propo
*iiIon as to wliat. I would do for him
la the future in a money way."
He is there now?" I ventured to in
quire.
'Awaiting the arrival of my repre
sentative. whom I solicit you to be
Since he left the city I have received
a remarkable letter. It is from a man
in New York city. He had the letter
written by another, for he sevs lie is
blind himself—blinded, he claims,
through the effects of a drug adminis
tered to him by this Sara Bruhl. He
accuses my nephew of inciting that
person to rob him. desert him and
leave him penniless and blind. He
asks no money from me, he disdains
it. He simply warns me that when
ever or wherever found he will mur
der my nephew in cold blood! T am a
desperate man.' be writes, 'and 1 warn
you to send this false-hearted relative
of yours to the remotest ends of the
earth, else 1 will find him out. and
there will be a dreadful day of reckon
ing.' The name signed is; 'Duff
Bracey.' "
My companion quieted down, and
proceeded in a calm, business tone:
"Here is a package of money and
accompanying it my written instruc
tions."
I held another interview with Mr.
.
: ? aIe ,hat evenin & : 1 he «*.xt morning
I started on my journey. It was the
one following when I crossed the ri'.er
at Detroit and located my man at a se
cluded lodging house in Windsor.
He looked the personification of his
despicable record, this Basil Trego. He
showpd the whipped cur when I grave
ing.
only
ly and clearly imparted the nature of
my mission.
"I am deputized to pay you $200
cash in hand," I said. "You will come
with me to a certain bank here in
Windsor where I will make arrange
ments to have you paid a like sum the
first day of each month for a year. An
attache of the institution will be paid
to keen tab on you. If he finds that
you are leading a quiet, secluded life,
your stipend will be regular. Other
wise, it will cease."
"And at the end of the year?"
"Mr. Dale will purchase for you a
ranch in the far west, his finit 1 gift.
It is your final chance, i advise you
to improve it."
Trego accompanied me to the bank.
The monthly payment of money, the
identification of Trego were arranged.
I expected to return home that morn
The cashier, however, was not
ethical, but courteous to the
point of friendliness. He insisted on
introducing me through the bank, and
explaining its system where it varied
from our own. Then he made an en
gagement for dinner at his club, and
altogether gave me a pleasant time.
"By the way," he observed, as we
were discussing our cigars, "I fancy
you advise a close rein kept on the
young gentleman you introduced to me
this morning?"
"The strictest routine should be
maintained in his case, yes," I respond
ed. "He is a person who would draw
and use the whole year's allowance in
advance, if permitted."
"He has shown that already," said
the cashier, with a faint laugh. "In
fact, within one hour after you had
left, the bank he appeared with the
hope of anticipating future payments."
"I am not surprised," I observed
gravely, "for he is a person given to
discounting the future. I fancy, how
ever, that he will find it difficult to ex
ceed the bounds we have set."
"Your directions have been explicit,"
replied the cashier. "So far as we are
concerned we shall be very stringent.
This Mr. Trego of yours made a very
pathetlc plea. He wished to send a
draft for $300 in a case of great
urgency and necessity, he insisted. He
offered anything as a bonus and a
transfer of his entire yearly allowance
as security. He had some money, be
said, but not sufficient to make np the
required amount."
"You turned him down?"
"Flatly. That did not daunt him.
He must be a person of unusual re
sources, for within thirty minutes he
reappeared with a man named Tarl
son, one of those human harpies who
infest the market ready to take a risk
where the interest is high. I appre
hend that Trego forepledged all his
future expectations, tor Tarlson helped
him make up the sum to buy a draft."
"Payable—?" I hinted, quite within
the confidential limits of banking
ethics.
"Yes. I can give you the name—Sara
Bruhl, Newton, New Jersey."
It was not difficult to surmise from
this, that despite his isolation and
avowals of good intentions. Basil Tre
go had r.o thought of dropping his old
affiliations, that of the woman prob
ably the worst of them. With a men
tal notation covering a report to Mr.
Dale of the circumstance, and that
name, Sara Bruhi, twice come up thus
far in my experience, I prepared to
dismiss the matter from my thoughts.
But here the cashier went on;
"If your coming here with so un
usual a proposition had not impressed
me, I would not have borne in mind
any circumstance outside of paying
specified amounts at specified times.
I had become interested, however, and
noted that, when this Trego had se
cured his draft be asked for a tele
graph blank. When he had compiled
j a message to his satisfaction be
;■> Le directed to the
h office, and left. I
V. here he had been
the rejected blank?,
it., Liv when* he had It
;<n something to you
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:t and read:
i.enth.
folded sheet
send draft
The rirl arrives
Ship the goods to m
nearest
strolled
writing
one-half
•ft it It
«su h re
. opern d
by mail
t ! - si x -
v old ad
"Thanks." 1 said, carelessly enough
j but made sure that i stowed the
blurred telegram in a safe pocket.
Soon after i parted with the genial
cashier, promising a return of the
courtesies extended if he ever came
our w ay.
1 reported the result of my mission
to Mr. Dale the following day. I made
no mention of the telegram. Looking
back, i do not know why—but that
was before the keen eyes of Resiliua
Marvel had scanned it.
Mr. Dale came into the bank a week
later. He sought me out and hud a
new* commission to entrust to my
charge, it seemed.
"1 have an urgent call to Califor
nia," he explained. "It. involves a law
suit over a large property 1 own there,
and I may be detained two or three
weeks. You remember the young lady
I spoke to you about—Miss Winifred
Dunscombe? It seems that she is very
beautiful, and I have learned that her
portrait was painted at Romo end
made rnuub of. I immediately pur
chased it by cable, and it Is now on
the way to this country. It mav ar
rive within the next ten days. I want
you to obtain it at the express office
here and store it safely, as I greatly
value it, until I return, or order it de
livered at the house, which will be
closed up, to give the two servants a
chance to visit their old home s during
my absence."
"I shall be glad to take charge of the
portrait," 1 said willingly, accepting;
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which he tendered me.
To a man of my quiet humdrum
ways all this had been interesting to a
degree. Often, too, those minor actors
in the drama, Sara Bruhl and Duff
Bracey, drifted into m.v mind, and one
day I dropped into the office of the
United Bankers' Protective associa
tion and told Résilias Marvel all the
details of the strange drama.
The portrait from abroad had mean
time arrived. I had gone to the ex
press office, receipted for it. and had
it delivered at the bank. There was
plenty of spare room for it in our spa
cious old-books vault.
Then one morning there came a
telephone from a Mrs. Darrell. She in
formed me that she was the house
keeper at the Dale mansion, had re
turned from her vacation, and was get
ting the house in order for the return
of her employer and the arrival of
Mis3 Dunscombe, expected daily. She
said furthermore that Mr. Dale had
advised her that I would receive the
portrait shipped from abroad. If it
had arrived. Bhe requested mo to send
it up to the house.
I had been so particular in my past
attention to the directions of Mr. Dale
that I did not trust the picture to
strange handB. When the bank closed
that afternoon I got two of the porters
to carry the box containing the por
trait from the vault and set it in a
taxicab I had ordered. It was about
six feet in length and half that, in
width, well crated, but not particularly
heavy nor difficult to handle.
"What have we got there?" spoke a
familiar voice, and Resilius Marvel
strolled up to the side of the machine
just as I got in.
"The box from abroad. You know I
told you about it," was ray reply.
"So?" nodded my friend, glancing
over the box critically with that ob
servant eye of his that never missed
anything. "By the way, I have leisure
for a spin. Suppose I accompany
you?"
When v e reached the Dal* home we
found the housekeeper, Mrs. Darrell,
just locking the front door She ex
plained that she was staying at the
home of a sister a little distance away
while getting the place :u order day
times. She unlocked the door and ve
carried the box into the drawing room
as she requested.
"Mr. Dale I expect any cay after to
morrow,' she said. "You must call I
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I
am sure
he will want
to thank
von for
all the
rouble you
lave beer
to. I
should h
a ve sent for
t h < port
it. sir."
I sho
ild not have
delivered
tt to a
stranger
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mrhingiy
I felt
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*r its ne.
horn«*
ool
and :'.fiun«i.
Mr. Dai.
c «'ems
to r lit i i
pat»* '-rear p
'« a sure fr
mi the
* ompaii}
of ii;-; your
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es, sir." ass
•Ut- i the
b.ousi
keeper.
"He toid m
-all abor
t it I
want t" got tue portrait ail hung and
in a good position so it can --root him
as soon as he arrives. ! hope tin.*
young lady herself bless her dour
heart! will he here soon. t >o."
It was an odd circumstance, but Re
silius Marvel "treated back ' the very
next day. That is. chancing to stroll
casually into his office I found him
getting ready to make a business call
at an outlying bank. He invited no*
for the spin. It was as we were re
turning that we neared the street
where we had driven the afternoon
previous
"See here," I suggested, "let us drop
by the Dale place. Perhaps Mr Dale
has returned."
We slowed up as we neared th<
house and Marvel suggested that I
make an inquiry. 1 was greeted at
the door by Mrs. Darrell.
"No. sir." she answered in reply to
my question, "Mr. Dale bus not come
yet, but 1 received a telegram this
morning saying he was on his way.
Oh, if you please! won't you come in
and take a look at tho portrait? 1
have had it unpacked and placed,"
Tho frame was massive and ornate,
the general effect of the picture hand
some, Lut I was tremendously disap
pointed. 1 had expected to view a
drearnv girlish face, full of the artistic*
expression. \ rather bold and dash
ing set of features smiled down upon
me, Instead.
I was surprised when I went outside
♦o find Marvel missing from the auto
mobile. Then I discovered him speak
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den. Beneath one of the windows was
a lot of thin splintered lumber, and he
was asking quite casually:
"What's that rubbish, gardener?'
"Oh, that? It's the box a portrait
came in from abroad, sir."
"Oh. is it?" observed Marvel, and he
moved the scattered pieces about with
his foot. "I see," and he turned about
and re-entered the machine.
1 traced a subtle something I could
not define in the tone of my friend
I and gave his face a close scrutiny. Ee
fore i could analyze the expression of
his features, however, tho auto, turn
ing the next corner sharply, came to
such a sudden stop that I had to grasp
the edge of tho seat to prevent a for
ward plunge.
"Can't you see!" irritably challenged
the chauffeur of an individual he had
so nearly run down that the side of
the machine quite swept him to one
side.
"I cannot," was the reply, mournful
and reproachful, and then I noted that
the man had a cane, and as he went
on used it in the fashion of blind per
sons to feel the edge of the walk and
guide his steps.
"I have Borne business here, it
seems." remarked Marvel, and to my
amazement he sprang from the ma
chine. "I will see you in the morn
ing," he added over his shoulder.
I do not know why, but a stroug
conviction appealed to my mind
at just that moment enforcing tho
belief that he had taken a sudden
interest in the Dale case. I had son;«»
news for him when he came into the
Atlas National next morning.
"A rather strange incident came
under my notice last evening," I r<
marked.
"Indeed?" he observed in bin en
couraging way, indicating interest and
inviting confidence.
"You recall the blind man we neurt>
ran down near the Dale homo y cuter
day?" I interrogated.
"Perfectly," nodded Marvel, and lie
looked as if the memory wan m nii
ent.
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him late
last
night ,
tilMV II
town he;
He ha<l
no cane, (li«-n
lit*
was swin
ging along
a h f i
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«um
as a pert
ton in the*
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»f in
his sense
;, sight in«
hldrd
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"You a
r<? sure it
\v;ih
111»
Sit III«
man"'' oh
ailenged n
in fri**
ml «îii
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Oh. ye
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LQl b*
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• was it?"
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ti
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ity in «he cafe j
and tilt
at er dis*
riet of
the city. The
biind m
ui ha
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a cabaret res
tati rant
nanio
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th
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iy friend." said !
Marvel,
simp
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Sgniat «"ally to J
me, and
was
)ff
like a
she;, as 1 hough «
I had g
iv< n 1
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some
valuable and ;
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ii form
at ion. i
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again f*
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the meuntir: *.- 1
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that Mr Dal
had returned to the city. "I ne newspa
per:- not. d it, and just aPer i had r« s i
the Hule Item in the nu riling paper
it phone message from th>* millionaire
himself thanked me for my servi.- ;; in.
his behalf, and requested me to call
upon him when I found it convenient
to do so. 1 was planning to follow
the invitation that evening after the
bank closed, when a second phone
sun. nions told me that Marvel was at
the other end of tne line.
■'Como over to police headquarters,"
he directed. "I want you to identify
somebody—chiefs office."
1 repressed a slight start of won
der as I entered the private sanctum
of the department of justice. Marvel
was there, as I had expected, and the
"blind" man was present, too, to my
mild surprise. I wondered why and
how he had come to bob up important
ly enough to he the subject of police
official recognition. It seemed tha'
what. I was expected to do was to sub
stantiate my former statement to Mar
vel. (hat I had in one day seen the
"blind" man groping his way painfully
aiong the street apparently sightless,
and the evening of the same day had
seen him exert the ability of a person
in full possession of most excellent
power? of vision.
"See here," called out this subject
of present interest in an irritable, corn
plaining tone, "what is this all about?
I am no mendicant, nor a public nui
sanee. I am going about my own af
fairs in a quiet, respectable way. My
j identity is nobody's business "
1 "Then why playing a part?" dernand
j ed the chief of the department.
"I deny being an Impostor," declared
; the man under suspicion. ' I toll you I
am blind," and his fixed, filmy eyes
. looked it.
"We shall soon know," observed
; Marvel. "Ah, here is the oculist now."
Evidently he had sent for the profes
-sional looking gentleman who had now
arrived. The latter placed a small
satchel on the table, glanced at the
several occupants of the room, and im
mediate!'.* fixed his glance upon our
"blind" man.
"This is the person?" he said, in his
expert way selecting his subject at
once. The latter made no objection to
being examined. He turned up his
eyes as directed, he submitted to the
various tests of fhe oculist with instru
ments and chemicals,
"Stone blind." Anally announced the
oculist, and he put up his instruments
and closed his satchel.
Marvel glanced s.t me as if challeng
ing my claim of having seen the man
under normal sight conditions.
"Well?" spoke the quasi-prisoner
impatiently. "Are you through with
me?'
My friend signalled the chief to dis
miss the subject under surveillance.
He also made a gesture to a dark little
man, and the latter followed the
"blind" man from the office.
"Unless there are two of him," ob
served Marvel as we left headquarters,
"you identified the right man the other
night. I want you to do something for
me—I wish to have an introduction to
Mr Dale at his home."
I referred to my plan for calling that
evening, and this quite harmonized
with my friend's request. It was just
after dusk, the garden was in shadow,
the house itself brilliantly illuminated
as we were shown into the front draw
ing room, being informed that Mr.
Dale and his niece, as the servant pul
it, were out for a drive and would re
turn sooa.
The alert glance of in y companion
swept tho room comprehensively until
his eye fell upon the portrait of the
new mistress of this elegant home
Then be advanced towards if. A con
noiseur in matters artistic, 1 read
his impression of a picture which had
appealed to me as the merest daub.
He drew close to tho portrait, ran his
thumb nail over a corner of its painted
surface, ami turning quickly said in a
guarded one:
"Watch that door—advise mo If any
one comes."
I watched him pull the picture out
from tho wall, un open penknife in hin
hand. Tills he Insert<>d uguiiiHt the
tacked-on canvas, lifted It free, and to
turned to his cluili.
"A portrait from Koine' * he nul. I, a
faint, queer smile playing about tho
corners of his Up». "Wnlt."
With sharp mold« mo* » ho pro
nounce«! this word, loft hin chair and
glided to the open huv window In ttio
rear drawing room I tout cmight tho
«•« ho of a peculiar «-nil, olio half whin
He, one half bird call, pun «'«»Hog up
parent I y from (ho £ni«l«it i now Mm
v « * I step I hi ouch lie« wliiiluw and ,|i„
appear In Ils tdimlown
It will «oily Intel tim I I Ii new Hint ),,>
lu« l tie io (ln> man wloi leid folliuveil
the hill'd mail fi«mi It* nih|tint I ct «
that thin tlli-leao tihnihuv« « leu) 0l ,
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ishing arm of
old man who ;
« nr«* to anioli'
Ilia life.
It was just 1
■ï ssly r- init
room, a«ha!;ei
his trail.
"Mr. Resliit
ij ; ;t girl from
me ami then the
roduced to the
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t.. ..■ ! my fin
the fond, ehor
cort. the proud
ed on her pres
ie loneliness of
• that Mar
the rear
i shadowy
■«■1. noise
drawing
figure in
Marvel —" I began,
deeming an introduction in order, but
my friend In-l ! up a stern censuring
Hand, made ;*. half beckoning motion,
and there stepped forward tho
"blind" man
"Who is that woman?" challenged
Marvel, to my consternation and the
unbounded amazement and resen ment
of Mr. Dale, and lie pointed straight at
the. original of the flashing portrait
above her bead.
"Sara Bruhl!" shouted the "blind"
man. springing forward from the .v ake
of Marvel, his face a writhing glow of
triumph. r< venge and hatred.
The woman drew back with a sharp
cry. Her face became colorless. She
winced as though evading a dliect
blow.
•*It is folly, a plot—he cannot tell,
for is he not blind?" gasped the
woman.
"How do you know that?" keenly de
mande«] Marvel.
"Blind? Yes!" raved the man —
Bracey. it flashed into my mind—"I
am, indeed, blind, but only in the dav
time. By some trick of nature the foul
drug you administered has left me a
nyctalop-, and 1 can see at nicht. Oh,
tin's is sweet triumph—to balk you in
your seeming hour of success! Only
to lind your vile accomplice, Trego,
and then I am content'''
His face worked horribly: his as
pect was that of a demon infuriate.
The woman made a !ost gm turs, threw
her arms in the air and fell a sense
less hear* at the foot of Mr. Dale He
called for the servants, who bore her
from the room.
"Wait," commanded Resilius Marvel
"this imposter must not be lost sight
of for a single moment until she has
disclosed the whereabouts of the kid
naped girl she sought to represent—
Miss Dunscombe."
He made a barely audible sound
with his lips. In a trice the small,
alert man from headquarters was at
his side, received his instructions and
followed the servants and their inani
mate burden into the hallway.
"What—what does this moan!" de
manded the millionaire, sinking intc
a chair, overcome. And then my friend
told of hl3 first suspicious discovery:
the fact that the box coverings re
moved from the portrait did not corre
spond to the box he had helped m€
bring to the house the day previous.
The appearance of the blind man
had suggested something coincidents?
with the letter sent by Bracey to ths
millionaire. His watchfulness of ths
nyctalops had resulted in the climax.
"Then the real Winifred Duns
combe—?" gasped the wondering
trembling millionaire.
He knew within the hour, for the
resuscitation of the Bruhl woman
meant a stringent interview with the
imposter. She was held an unbooked
prisoner at headquarters until Marvc
was assured that her victim, Miss
Dunscombe. was released from the
hands of fellow conspirators in a se
eluded New Jersey town and on hei
way to the arms of her anxious rein,
tlve.
It seemed that Trego, knowing oi
the portrait and of hts uncle's plans
for the girl, had set up a specious riot
to kidnap her. It was he who had en
ter«'«| the Dale mansion, removed the
original portrait from its iuclosure an r
substituted the presentiment of his ac
complice. To what evil lengths th■
pint to secure the aged man s fortun
was still to go may really bo imagined
A sw cot faced, gentle-mannered gir!
thanked Resilius Marvel for all hi
ha«l done for her one week later at tha
Dale home- myself, too. but I was toe
modest to be neve that my part in the
■ use deserved much recognition. The
ltruht woman ami Brace- both faded
hack into ttmir old life somehow and
on.« month later Basil Trego was shot
•lend In a gambling house melee in
another city
I have always regarded this case «as
one of the most notable of the great
protector ,«f finance From nothing fc«
bnllt up tlii'ory. from mere straws a
ruble chain of strong facts that etx
aided him to save the life and the mik
Ueno of « worthy old man from the
enmt. a reed ï hands of one of the m< st
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