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DETECTIVE BOB BRIDGER, . | 97 and the girl. Our instructions are sent to him through the office of the British Minister at Washington, and I will at once inform him regarding this new feature in the case, the arrival in London of Alfonse Godot and Dr. Macy.’ ‘‘On departing from Scotland Yard we mutually resolved that while I should set forth at once for New York and find the detective of whom the inspector spoke, Alfonse should remain for a time in England, to lay claim to his father’s estate, and then join me in America, in the search for his daughter. ‘*Disposing of my diamonds, I supplied him with ample funds, and taking what I deemed needful in my pocket, I deposited the remainder in bank, and sailed for New York, instructing Alfonse that on his arrival in that city he would learn my address by visiting the British Consul there resi- dent. ‘‘On arriving here I took apartments at the St. Nicholas Hotel, and at once wrote to the British Minister at Wash- ington for information. ‘‘Some days afterward I received a reply from his secre- tary, stating that although he was in receipt of several let- ters addressed to the Scotland Yard man who was trailing the Bolard family, he had not heard from him for several weeks, but on doing so would promptly inform me as to his whereabouts’ ‘Since then,” added Dr. Macy, ‘‘I have anxiously awaited. the promised tidings fruitlessly, until this night I followed the young woman whom I foolishly thought might prove to be Annette, to be assaulted and robbed on the street, and to find myself, in the providence of Heaven, here.” ‘‘T have been too neglectful of late,” exclaimed the Scotch detective, as Dr. Macy concluded. ‘‘I must at once tele- graph the British Minister at Washington, and have those letters forwarded tome. Shall Il have them sent to this number and in your care, Bobe?” ‘Certainly, if you choose,” returned Bridger. “But,” he added, pointing to the clock on the mantel shelf, ‘‘it is now beyond midnight, and the British Minis- ter is where we must soon be, if we hope to do anything on the morrow, in bed.” As he spoke Bridger arose, opened forth a sofa bed, drew it near the fire, placed pillows and bed-clothing upon it, and informed the Scotch detective that it awaited their joint use. Dr. Macy insisted upon returning to his rooms in the - hotel, but the two detectives would not hear of it, and lead- (E(oy nayicel exeye) “S Eo