"FOR THE MURDER OF CAPTAIN OSBORNE AND HIS DAUGHTER!"
Dyke Darrel felt the cold muzzle of a revolver touch his temple at the
last.
CHAPTER XV.
A BAFFLED VILLAIN.
In the meantime Harper Elliston, true to his word for once at least,
left the train at the Woodburg depot on the same morning that his
young detective friend arrived in Burlington.
Repairing to his room at the hotel, the New Yorker remained until the
dinner hour. After this he turned his steps in the direction of the
Darrel Cottage.
"I suppose Nell Darrel will be delighted to see me," chuckled
Elliston, as he walked up the steps and rang the bell.
Aunt Jule opened the door. "Marse Dyke ain't home."
"But Miss Nell is, I suppose."
"Yes, and deed, sir; she's got company, and can't see no one fur de
present," cried the grinning negress, quickly.
"Company? A lot of chattering girls, I suppose?"
"No; a young gemmen----"
"A gentleman?"
The frown that blackened the brows of Harper Elliston was not pleasant
to see. He was not pleased that Nell should receive other male company
than himself.
"I will enter. I think she will see me when she knows who has come,"
said he, pushing past the negress, and entering the front room.
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