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pe! of the reign of Louis XVI. ‘THE ‘ARGOSY. = SS = He hinided me a ‘gold coin. Tt was “Where did he ever — get. such a thing?” I asked, after I had explained what it was. “YT understand that eS ‘two miles — back of Brewerton there is a settlement of gipsies, or something like that, and I have heard that no one goes near them. They are on a creek that runs into the So “ He said the French gentleman gave it to him for taking him out in a boat.” | Truly, after much tribulation, I was getting on the right track. IT took Josephine home and went on to lake, and are much feared for their thieving propensities. I advise you to take an officer with you.” 7 “Yes, and get myself arrested again and lose all I have gained. No, I shall ‘ ees > ey + . dAuys aa u in an hour I was as completely trans-— formed from La. Tour as I had pre- _ viously been from Deckesson. I started off on foot, and stopped. at the home. Josephine did not know me, - but I told her what I intended to do. I then went on to the island. Mr. Poggitt was very much disgusted when he saw who his visitor was. _ the Algonquin. do this: thing myself. If I am ‘missing Now I was so sure of what I was long you can send an officer after me.’ _. doing I wasted no time. The next day I slept at the island that night, mtend- J went to Syracuse. I had little diffi- ing the next morning to go on to > Brewer- ____ culty in finding a second-hand clothier’s. ton. oS Here I purchased a rusty eld black suit, Se Se — amile or two out of build, with a long CHAPTER XXXVII. = eS _ frock coat; then I bought at a costumer’s , I SELL ouT AT A. PROFIT. = a heavy black beard to represent a Jew. _. I invested next in a lot of trinkets— THE clanging of machinery awakened needles, thread, pins, ribbon$, fish-hooks, me the following morning and I Tose, ~ all kinds of odds and ends, ‘and a ped- feeling anything but confident. 2 ler’s pack. It frequently happens to me, and | 3 ‘These I took to the Algonquin, and presume to almost everybody else, that a plan suddenly conceived and acted upon on the spur of the moment promises bet- ter than one upon which hours of. delib- eration have been spent. All the little uncertainties that may stand in the way of success are brought out oar in the light of deep study. I looked with considerable ieee at the frowsy beard and well-worn clothes _—s- ‘J want nothing,” he said. S “Ves, you do,” I replied in a whining a tOne. tease — pay 1 sel = ferry a scheap.”’ =. ‘My good sir, I want nothing.” “T sell you an air-ship, mit gas.” Mr. Poggitt stared. S “TI sell you French shoe- -string like is -* used py mine frent M. La Dour.” I had chosen as my disguise. I did not hurry to put on the full rig, but, hearing Mr. Poggitt in the kitchen talking to the cook, I went down to breakfast. ‘“ Good morning,” said Mr. Poggitt. “You slept a little late. I thought per- haps you would have a hard day ahead and I therefore forebore: to wake you.” “I am in no hurry to start,” I an- 3s “Where did you meet him?” asked swered, “but I am hungry.” _* Mr. Poggitt wonderingly. “It is well,” said Mr. Poggitt,. as he : sae ‘“‘T meet heem in Paree.” watched the cook broiling some ‘chops, = Then I laughed. “to eat when you are hungry. Lat a ee “You are as many-sided as an octa- plenty. As I have before had occasion + gon,” said Mr. Poggitt. “What are you to remark, the ways of Providence are fa going to do now?” past finding out. He works His ends Se: “Mr. Poggitt,” I declared, “T am as becomes Himself. ‘Now, are you going to land the murderer of De sure you are on the right track?” fee _ Watines. I have seen a piece of his ‘‘ There can be nothing sure.’ : - money. I have traced that Bai Rak toa |“ You put my mind in eS a whirl = es swamp back of Brewerton. Did you. last night that I could not exactly en- 2 ever hear of the place?” compass what you intended to do. Is it = =~ 3 am -— ‘‘Brewerton? “Yes.” your idea that this murderer is. reese c= = “ But the swamp?” the woods back of Brewerton? ” fe aa . — s = r ~ 2 ~ . » tre - oma ; 2 3 . — ; = : = ¢ eS ea a - - me