Argosy, Vol. 1 (December 9, 1882) — page 165: what you’re looking at

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158 THE ARGOSY. * What is the matter, Paul? You were the most indifferent fellow F ever saw when we unearthed that thousand dollar briF; but now you seem to be excited,” said the agent. * Those villains spoke of another fellow tha‘ belonged with them,” replied Phil, after reflecting a moment, as though h: had beer stunned with a new ide. Then he was sure he had a clue to the mystery. CHAPTER XXXVII.—MrR. Cavan's PEAN. As Mr. Cavan suggested, Phil Greenway was not a demonstrative young man, but he was certainly excited when the clock struck one in an adjoining room ; but it was clear that he had not yet clearly defined the idea which had stunned him tr its advent. He resumed his seat at the table, and the wrinkles on his brow indicated . that he was bringing his thought to bear upon the subject hrs sudden recol- lection had sprung upon him, and he said nothing for a few minutes. The agent realized that he was struggling at the birth of a new idea and was laboring to devefop tts meaning; and he senstbly held his peace to er- able hts companion to settle hts thoughts. ‘IT begin fo see through the whole of it,” sard he at last. “ Roddy and i ‘Who is Roddy?” interposed the agent, who was not willing to let any point escape his understanding. “ Roddy is the companion of Sparks Gayland in his new enterprise, and the chief of the burglars, a cool headed rascal who has drawn Sparks into hts clutches, and uses him as an assistant. But they spoke of a third person who was connected with them, and said he was not more than sixteen years ofd.” ‘What has he to do with all this? ” “That is what I am trying to explain to myself. Some one went to Mr. Gayland’s house on the night of the robbery with Roddy and Sparks; and this third person was mistaken for me.” “Mr. Gayland and his wife were positive it was you; and they knew you well enough to believe they could not be mistaken,” added Cavan. “ Let me give you another incident of my experience at Minnetonka,” con- tinued: the captain, relating the event of the hurricane, and the savmg of the passengers and crew of the Excelsior. ‘That seems to be another story,’ tiently. “Wait a moment, if you please, and you will see that it is a part of the game story,” answered Phil, with a very expressive smile on his brown face. “ After we went ashore, the lady invited me to her parlor at the Lake Park Hotel, though not till she had called me by a name I never heard before, and insisted that | was somebody else.” “ Mistook you for another?” said Cavan, with an effort to repress a gape. “ That is just what she did; and she would have it that I was her adopted son, and called me Conny.” > interposed the agent, rather nnpe- GOH GoOOO ‘SS COLNT r