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DETECTIVE BOB BRIDGER. 147 to the yelping brute without that snapped and bounded against the door, as if in hope to break it in, and tear those within to pieces. “Was hit in the letter?” asked Billy, pausing a moment — in his dance, near Meg. “Yis,” answered Meg, “and if you will give over your outrageous nonsense for a moment I'll rade it to you.” Billy subsided to a quiet giggle, and Meg continued : “Listen, you, now !” *«¢ Wirk Mra: says he, ‘I write to inform you that I have met wid a serious accident. The truth is, I cut me throat wid a corn-knife rather than be arrested for murderin’ old Jean Godot, and lam now dead. Yours, elsewhere, ‘©*FfaRvVEY Bouarp, otherwise Iron Mize Druao.’ “So you see,” added Meg, never for an instant wonder- ing how a dead man might write a letter, ‘‘ we have it from his own lips that he is dead. And—howld yer antics now —this noight we are to lave this place, go back to Garson, and I be landlady of the hotel”. “Silly” Billy rubbed his hands together, and simpered in glee, at this bit of information. Then his face suddenly became serious, and turning his elance toward the door whereat the dog continued to yelp, he said : ‘They told me I should work to-night !” “Thin I tell you, you shall niver work to-night, nor niver ag’in, for thim, the blood-sucking villains !” Billy smiled as if pleased to hear this, and said : “Maybe they will make you send me, Misses Meg.” ‘No, they won’t! I’ve aman here wid me now that you know, Billy, and he’ll attend to thim. And he promises— do sou moind now, Billy—that if you do what he says, and go wid him, like a dacent man, we’ll nather of us see the insoide of a prison, but go right off and live in the hotel forever.” Billy’s eyes filled with wonder as Meg spoke, and he glanced about the room in a startled manner, as if expect- ing to see the person spoken of. “Will you be dacent, thin, and do what’s bid ye?” de- manded Meg. “Where is ’e?” demanded Billy. “Tt is I, Billy,” said the Scotch detective, stopping through the door-way into the hght as he spoke, and ex- tending his hand. “You know me, Billy, and know that I always speak the truth.” | Gomicbooks €oO