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DETECTIVE BOB BRIDGER. 45 robbery of this old man, and you can rely upon me to aid you in the rescue of the girl, z “And as matters stand, I thank God I was robbed this night by the thief you call Billy. ay Had it been a voice from the grave the two detectives could not have been more startled. The old man had arisen from the easy-chair, and stood peering over Bridger’s shoulder upon the miniature of Alice Godot. Overcome by his emotions, and still very weak, he fell back upon the chair, and added, in a hoarse whisper, as the tears coursed down his wan cheeks: “i am the Dr. Macy of whom you have spoken.” CHAPTER X. THE FAIR SMUGGLER. “Doctor Macy who dwelt in London?” exclaimed the Scotch detective, excitedly, bounding to his feet. “Ay,” gasped the old man, “the foolish, headstrong, criminal father, who left poor ‘Alice to die a beggar and outcast. “Tell me,” he added, leaning eagerly forward, “might it be possible that Alice yet lives—that she did not.die in want, as you have said 2” . No, no; she is dead, and died at the Bolard cottage.” “ And was buried where ?” ‘‘In the poor-field.” “Great Heaven! Are you sure of that?” “Certainly. I have followed all these clews in England.” “Tell me can her grave be found ?” ‘*Readily ; its number is 1,248.” “1,248! Great Heaven! I, wretched man, am her mur- derer! But at least, at least I may give her decent burial.” And wringing his hands in agony, the old man fell back upon his chair, weeping bitter tears. ‘‘Come, my man, this will not do,” said the Scotch de- tective, pouring forth and proffering a drink of brandy. “The past is past, and let it be so; there is much that may be done to atone for it in the future.” “Ay,” responded Dr. Macy, draining the glass and brightening up. “Annette, my daughter’s child, lives, and then, too, Annette’s father, Alfonse, still lives.” Eomicbooks (Ele)