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DETECTIVE BOB BRIDGER. 145 promises you he will do for you. He has promised to be my husband, Mam Meg, and I know he would not tell you, who have been so good to me, anything but the truth.” “And what do yez want me to do for ye?” asked Meg, somewhat assured. “Only that you and Billy go with us to court, and say whether it ts the true Pere Videre that the officers have in charge.” ‘And where is the court—in England ?” “No, not many miles from New York.” “An’ indade, if it’s him, we’d quick say that. Sure nather of us is anyways beholdin’ to the squalin’ villain.” “You will do it, then?” “ Av course I'll do’t—and is that all?” “No. You must manage Billy so that he will be willing to go with us from this house to the hotel.” “Oh, lave that to me. Whist! for there he is.” A gentle tap sounded upon the door without as Meg spoke. “We'll step aside in this room,” whispered the Scotch detective. “And, Annette, you goon with your work at the stove. And remember, Meg, as soon as Billy is safe in lock the door, for the Jews might come up before we are ready for them.” So saying the Scotch detective and Bridger stepped aside into the dark bedroom adjoining, while Meg approached the door, permitted “Silly” Billy to enter, and locked it be: hind him. Barely had she done so when, yelping like a beast of prey, the fierce mastiff, dragging his broken chain, came Bing up the stair-way, and bounded fiercely against the oor. There he stood, baying and scratching the floor, like a blood-hound who had driven his prey to cover. CHAPTER XXXIV. A ORITICAL MOMENT. “I doesn’t know what hails the dog!” said Billy, taking off his hat, and a broad‘smile overspread his countenance. And as he removed the cover from the basket he carried and came gently forward toward Meg he appeared any- thing else than the fierce and daring highwayman who had pounced like a tiger upon his prey, and baffled the police force of a great city. e(oaniicel exe Ke) <s (ele)