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148 DETECTIVE BOB BRIDGER. The broad frame of the crazy giant trembled violently as he placed his brawny hand in the Scotch detective’s grasp, his eyes darted about as if looking for a method of escape, and he whispered, weirdly : “See-ree go, Master Fandon, see-ree-go !” Here was a critical moment. If the idiot’s brain possessed reason enough to compre- hend that the Scotch detective wanted to befriend him, and not to cast him in prison as before all would be well. If, however, through fear and excitement, he became a frenzied maniac, and used his great strength in a fancied hope to baffle the two sleuth-hounds, there was but one way to deal with him. In that case the detectives felt that it would be a danger- ous experiment against life and limb to pit themselves against the crazy giant’s skill in personal battle and the ponderous power of his sinewy frame. Should he prove unsubmissive and attempt hostilities . against the Scotch detective it had been arranged that Bridger should on the instant shoot him down. < CHAPTER XXXV. CONQUERED BY KINDNESS. Meg saw the danger of the moment, and as the brawny footpad’s eyes rolled wildly in his head like those of an angry wild beast she sprang forward, and threw her arms about his neck. “Oh, Billy!” she cried. “ Whatdo you mane? Won’t ye be goin’ wid me back to the hotel to live like an honest man? I tell ye, ye shail niver see the inside of a prison. And mark ye, now, Detective Fandon that stands wid us now is my friend, and he is your friend. Sure he was only after ould Bolard, the dead man, for the murder in England, and, since he’s dead, he don’t want us.” “No, that he don’t, Billy,” quoth Annette, placing her hands upon the Scotch detective’s shoulder, and resting her head upon herarms. ‘And, look you, Billy, 1 tell you a secret—he only wants me. He and I are to be mar- ried, and you and Mam Meg are to be at the wedding.” The mad glare in the crazy giant’s eye slowly departed under the assurance thus timely offered by Meg and An- nette. He knew that they had never deceived him, and it began comicbooks.co