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Chapter NumberXXXX
Chapter TitleSUSPICION.
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Full Date1892-05-21
Page Number1
Word Count1032
Last Corrected0000-00-00
Newspaper TitleThe Bendigo Independent (Vic. : 1891 - 1918)
Trove TitleThe Devil's Own. An Australian Story
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There is nothing that makes a man suspes much more, than to know little, and, there fore, men should remedy suspieion by pro curing to know more and not to keep their

suspic ions in smother. j Bacok. We mast go back in oup history a little to look up Gustavo, a pronounced character'still in our pages,, whom Wo left on board La Reiuo Margot, as she ploughed: her way through the Rod Sea, Suez Canal, and Meditcranean, past Malta, .to Marseilles, where Mons. L’Soranger suftera his hand to bo almost' wrung off by the amiable and appre-' ciative passengers as he stepped ashore the moment, the good ship , anchored alongside the pier. The .wharf is an animated ‘scene of busy life, in spite of the inclemency of the weather, for rain, mud and slush have given yray to the crisp snow and. frost of this most severe winter. There is n babel of tongues, mostly in the true Marseilles patois, as men, women, and even children, bustle about and busy themselves in loading and unloading the different ships. Hero and there fisher men, more dapper and picturesque than the generality of the working bees, are shouting and bartering their • wares— piles of bright looking fish of many kinds, piles of nets, pyramids of casks, cases, atid bales, all stop the; progress, and one has to worm his way in and oat of the merchandise to got clear of the traffic and noise. Gustavo has laid his. plans for some days past, and in spile of his contented hearing and.,apparently satisfied counten ance, he has waited but half pa'iontly for La Roino Margot to run her course Ho has not a grain of the Jesuit in his whole composition, generally speaking, but of latasscircumstances so* mad to havo.ichangcd his frank and open dis postiion, and he thinks that the end jus tifies the means with regard to this leather case of valuables he has brought away with him from the Bangalore Not-tho slightest twing? or scruple of con science troubles him os to the appropria tion of property not belonging to him. Ho feels rather prond of having done a good stroke of business for the g00d.,.0f many, he says to himself, arguing in' rather a Jesuitical way to his own satis faction. This box evidently , contains some guilty, secret, he concludes, else why should that man h ivo watched it so care ful'y? not lotting Leon, much my self, know its contents, or even where he k<*pt the keys of it; wh xt was that for ? Doesn’t that lynx-eyed watchfulness over it speak volumes. Hadn’t his conduct regarding it puzzled Loon and mo this twelvemonth past. Jewels, and oven papers, ought not require such secrecy or dark and suspicious guarding, Suppise it contains the key to Sir Hubert’s devilish machinations or proofs of the man’s guilt—for he is guilty there is no doubt of that—is not the very fact of his’ calling hira-wlf ! Sir Hubert. Annytage, guilt? He is not Sir Hubert Arinytuge. How has ho become so if not by some of bis murderous intrigues. Ho thinks Ido nob know him in his new character ; liab, as if one could mistake such a villain. I recognised him ioug beforehe engaged mo in, Rome. Ho littlo knew or thought the penance T subjected myself to in being' his servant was to serve my own, ends, not his. My time has- been well Spent ; it has paid find put his true char acter for Oherie’s sake, for my own th to is still more to, bo done before I have finished with him. Oh 1 if it only turns out well, that this box will help mo in ray bringing him to justice, I ask no better reward, the bonne bouche of seeing that pretty littlo woman, Madame Annoylayo, a charming littlo woman in her own position. Lady Army-, ta'ge, will bo an ox’ra satis faction, and who knows, she may re ward nv*. She will reward me. She is too generous not, to pay mo what she knows I well deserve, I shall not wait in, nor go to Paris, ho might find me out, whidh will nbt bo convenient for n time. Yoq I will go to tho old place, I haven’t been there for a year, may bo thore.” These had been Gustave's musings wfiilst.on board the French ship. Ho looked at his watch, and found ho had im hour to spare before the train started fo? the north. Time enough to gob a good meal before starting. Ho was hungry. Ho’had been too anxious that morning to care for tho early bregkfast. He had dreaded the vigilant eyes of .the Custom House authorities, but (hat was over*,.. A,gold piece and a word'from the captain, and presto his .luggage had been handed to him intact without much add. He would have a good meal before starting, it was quite caply. Ffo drove to tl)b‘station, took hts ticket, loft his.luggage, only two packages, in the care of a, porter, then hurried to the nearest; ahd'jbest restaurant in and contented' framtf’of mind, feeling satisfied that 'bn was working for the ;besfc. It was a journey of several hours by train, then gome way by coach, and the farther ho wont northward tho more severely did ho feel,tho cold, wrapped oven/in his fur lined coat and his rug, The ramshackle old diligence * was "f dll inside, so "ho had to bo content with an outside seat Next 'to him n soour do ohnvio without any wraps, nud nothing on her head but tho JLppcty nmafin head /gear of: her order—He pitied her, this jlPor womrin,' who! said elio had boon visiting,.a.flicjc. child, and had intended to walk, but the snow had come on so suddenly‘ in l 'the evening whilst she was ,on llei 1 way it. hid ] almost blinded her, so. the kind people had insisted on her returning by coacn. Gustavo gave her niojro than his opossum, rug, not thinking of himself, thiukh = hofolb sick and aching with the ? ?i- I To be Continued;,