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DETECTIVE BOB BRIDGER. 195 ‘‘T came to see if you required anything,” said the Scotch detective. : Videre made.no answer, but continued his walk. The Scotch detective passed from the room to the hall- way, and Bridger who had waited without, locked the door. Meanwhile, the deputy had procured the coffee and en- _deavored to make the insensible invalid swallow some of the liquid ; but the man’s breathing had grown slower and fainter, and when the Scotch detective and Bridger entered the office he was a corpse. CHAPTER XLVITII. DEATH OF VIDERE. The railway’s attorney approached the door of the room in which Videre was confined, and endeavored to converse with him. . The prisoner continued to walk to and fro in an excited manner, and answered the attorney’s questions in mon- osyllables, as if he did not wish to talk to any one. It was now getting well on toward midnight, and the party left the prison in a body. . The case was a rare one, already involving three mur- ders, and afforded abundant topic for conversation. Even the railway’s attorney was now convinced that Videre was a double murderer. He was non-committal, however, and, like a true lawyer, busied his wits to find some loop on which to hang an ex- cuse for his client’s crime. At length he shadowed forth the plea he proposed to advance. “This. man, Videre,” said he, as the party neared the hotel, and were about parting for the night, ‘‘is, without a doubt, out of his head—insane.”’ The sheriff pooh-poohed the idea. ‘*Did you not notice the wild look of the man as he paced to and fro in his room?” exclaimed the attorney. ‘‘He would not converse even with me, his attorney. Remem- ber, Ido not say that he was out of his mind prior to Detective Fandon’s experiment; but, I do aver, that he is as mad as a March hare now.” “The necromantic glass had no warrant to drive him Eomichbooks. (E(o) m