Detective Bob Bridger — page 151: what you’re looking at

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144 S DETECTIVE BOB BRIDGER. had suddenly poured all its golden treasures in reality on the instant to her gaze, bounded forward and threw herself in the Scotch detective’s arms. “Oh, Fandon! It is you, ain’t it, Fandon?” she cried. “You have followed us until you have found us, haven’t you? Oh, how I have prayed for this! You will never, never leave me now, will you? Promise me you will never leave me again.” “Never!” said the Scotch detective, as he clasped the maiden to his breast, kissed her fondly, and a manly tear dimmed his bright, black eye. Meg threw her hands wildly above her head, her eyes glaring in terror, and staggering back, half fell, half threw herself in the chair near the table. “In the name of mercy, what do it all mane?” she cried. “Tt means this,” said Bridger, displaying his badge, “that Pere Videre has been arrested for his share in the killing of old Godot, and that Bolard, your late husband, rather than submit to arrest, killed himself.” “Killed himself ?” Ge Yes. 9 “And what, thin, are yez going to do wid us?” “This, Meg”’, said the Scotch detective, coming forward, followed by ‘Annette, and kindly lifting Meg’s hand in his: “Jf you will do what I ask you to do I assure you that you shall not enter a prison, and that you shall return to Gar- son and possess your dead husabnd’s lands and property, and live there in peace.” “He is dead, then?” she asked. “Yes, as my brother officer has informed you, he killed himself through fear of arrest the same night that you, Billy, and Annette left Garson on the train.” “ And will you put Billy to prison ?” “No, Meg, I'll promise you that also,” returned the Scotch detective. “He has robbed men in this city, as you know, but I blame the Jews down stairs for that, and will shield Billy, and make them pay for it.” “And so they should, the blood-sucking vagabonds !” said Meg, as the tears flowed fast down her cheeks. “And Annette will tell yez hersilf that they raised me rint, and charged over-price for ivery bit to ate we sint for, when they found we were hiding, and that they set Billy at it.” ‘There, there, Mam Meg!” quoth Annette, throwing her arms about Meg” s neck, and kissing her. “Did not I tell you that the man from Scotland Yard would bring us rest — and happiness? And I know, Mam Meg, that what he ~ Eomicboo