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* : BOB YOUNGER’S FATE. 15 ‘In that case,’’ said her companion, rather has- tily, ‘“‘I shall be obliged to show my hand,” and with a quick motion of that member, he tore the huge beard away, thereby revealng the features of ‘Belton, the detective. Myra sank back into her seat with flushed cheeks, “I must now return a compliment you paid me, by saying that you are a most remarkable man,’’ she said, with mingled chagrin and admiration. ‘Not remarkable, simply expert. It’s a part of our business, Miss Ferry, to assume disguises that our best friends cannot penetrate, so you needn’t feel put out because you could not detect an almost perfect stranger. I really believe you’d make a first-class detective yourself.”’ ‘“‘Do you know what was in my mind,”’ remarked the girl, with a smile, forgetful of her sad errand for the moment; “‘if I had not secured you to-day, I should have made an attempt to ferret out the mys- tery myself.”’ ‘The only imprudent thing I have heard you utter yet,’’ replied Belton, warmly. ‘‘A daintily nurtured woman like yourself, in fact, a woman of any kind or extraction, would fare but badly, at the best, in such arole. Better drop the whole affair than en- gage in it alone.’’ The rest of the drive was made in comparative si- lence, both busy with their thoughts, Myra meditat- ing upon the sad bereavement that had made this — journey necessary, and Belton revolving the great possibilities that would arise in case the girl’s sus- picions should prove to be correct. At last the cab stopped, and the detective, after assisting Myra to alight, addressed a few words to the cabman, who immediately drove off. GEomicbooks:-co