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a f 2 = » > t ¥* 4 . 4 a _"™ 2 se pot + -" y ; ‘ 188 DETECTIVE BOB BRIDGER. night, I have brought you here a little snack of turkey, bread, and beer. Here, also, are the writing materials you asked for, pens, ink, paper, envelopes, paper weight, every- thing needed, I believe. And, now, is there anything further that I may bring you before I retire for the night?” “Not that I think of, thank you; your kindness, let me say, shall earn you a fitting reward, ere I depart from your keeping.” “And, as to Mr. Godot, does he require anything?” “Bless you, no! Ha, ha! that bottle of tipple was a little too much for him. You see he is as drunk asa lord. Poor fellow! he is nearly gone with consumption, and this has been a terrible ordeal to his sensitive mind. Fancy a sick gentleman, traveling for his health, imprisoned thus. Oh, let him sleep. He knows the taste of liquor, and itisa comfort to know that he has indulged freely, and is now, for the night, free from the cares that would sorely press on him were he awake to realize them.” “Well, there’s nothing else, then, that you think of” ‘‘No, sir; many thanks. Good- night, sir.” “Good- night. ? The deputy passed into the corridor as he spoke, secured the iron door, and returned to the office. An hour passed, and the deputy reported that Videre had partaken of the lunch, and was writing. A half-hour later he brought the information that the prisoner had taken the supposed paper-weight in his hand and was intently gazing at it.. Some while afterward he returned to say that Videre still sat bolt upright, glaring at the necromantic glass in his hand, and that the invalid was snoring heavily as if in a drunken stupor. CHAPTER XLVIL. DEATH OF THE DIGNIFIED INVALID. At that moment the railway’s attorney entered the office of the jail. ‘‘[ have sent for you, Mr. Blair,” said the district attorney, extending his hand, ‘‘so that it may not be said that anything has been done regarding the important case on hand, in darkness.” ‘What do you mean ?” ‘‘I desire to ask if in your honest judgment you hold the prisoners in custody guiltless?” | GCOmMIc 900 Ks.com | «ane