|Chapter Title||BRING BACK MY CHILD.|
|Newspaper Title||The Maitland Mercury and Hunter River General Advertiser (NSW : 1843 - 1893)|
|Trove Title||A Long Chase|
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MÍ1N0 BACK MT iIJILD.
" (¿entlrMi.au nant» to soo yon sir."
Tlw police sergeant handed Inspector Byrn«s a
" *orald Living»ton '" exclaimed tho Inspector, w, lie glanced at the card ¡ " what docs he want ? Allow bim in, Tom."
A moment lu tor a noble-locking man was ushered iato tho p.'ivaU1 oiiice of Inspector Byrnes, at Policf Headquarter?, in Mulberry-street.
" Sit down, sir."
The gentleman Fat down mechanically, saying, with repressed excitement a3 ho did so :
"You n re Inspector Byrnes, chief of the detec-
tive force ?"
" I am, sir,"
"I need your help," Mr. Livingston spoke rapidly ; " I am ri«h ; 1 can pay well."
Inspector Byrnes waved his hand in a way to indicate that 1m know his visitor, and needed no
*' I-I," Mr. Living-t^n stoppwd and started nei> Yúusly from his »hair.
"What I <?,iy IA you ia confidential?" ho abruptly demanded, as he <;a?ed anxiously at the Inspector.
" Certainly, Ur; within the line of my profes- sional duty."
" That's all I a-,k, that's al) I ask."
Ho book a turn up and down the room, and with H sort of despahiny anguHi, said :
"You kilo« mu5"
" The banker. Live on Madison Square."
" Yes, yes. Wy only family are ray wife and daughter. My daughter '" Tie buried his face in his hands and groaned. " She has gone-gone. Oh, my little Mabel ! Kind her for me, sir, find her, brins hack my child and you may name your own icward. I have million«."
inspector Byrne0, accustomed as lie was to icones of misery and sonow, -was deeply moved by th» terrible grief of the strong mau before him. Ile gently questioned him.
" Did sho leave any =ort of clue to where she was going?"
" None. Not a word, not a litae. She left home
early in the afternoon. She did not come back. ' We foolishly wailed until after dinner, thinking she had gone lo a friend'.:.. Then we sent to every place we could think of. Nobody liad seen her."
" Did she have any reason for leaving home ?"
" How oouldjshe ? Yi'o worshipped her, she us. Never was a happier lióme."
" But-excuse the question. Had she any love affair ? Any-"
" Oh, I know what you would say. Had we opposed hei ? No, no. She was betrothed to the man of her choice. A man, poor indeed, hut whom wo loved as a son. They had no quarrel. Tt was no such thing as that."
" Have you, then, ii" suspicion as to the cause of her leaving you?"
" None, whatever."
The Inspector did no1 notice the banker's sudden ¿tart at his question."
" Do you suspect foul play ?"
"Toni-foul piny," stammered the hanker. " What-what do you mean?"
"Do you think she lias been abducted? Has anybody any object in having her away?"
" I don't know. I don't know. What object could anybody have ?"
"Have you any enemies ?" "I know of none."
" Nor she ? Has she any disappointed lovers ?"
" I am sure she has not."
"'Had sho any money in her own right ?"
Again the banker started, and a sudden pallor overspread his countenance.
If the Inspector noticed anything he laid it to the father's agony, and waited patiently foi the faltering answer.
" She had no money of her own. But she was my only child, and would have my whole fortune. Millions ! But what are they without my child ? Oh, Mabel, Mabel, how could you do it?"
Inspector Byrnes iva^ puzzled. He was half in- clined to look upon it as the sudden freak of a foolish young woman. He intimated as much to
" Oh, no, no. You would not believe that if you knew her. She was far above such follies. No, it was not that. It is some deep mystery. But you
?will find her ?" he exclaimed with sudden easter
noss. " You can do so much."
The Inspector pondero 1 a moment.
" You will give a ve wat J? A thousand dollars, say ?"
" A thousand ! Five, ten, twenty thousand' Any- thing, anything to have her once more at home."
" You have her photograph ?"
" Here. I hart thought of that."
" Good ! Wo will have it copied and sent all through the country with printed slips offering the
" No, no, no," exclaimed the banter, in a tone of horror. "The papers would learn of it, and my Mabel would be the sensation of the day; her name .Houldbe tossed from mouth to mouth, and her picture printed in the illustrated papers. Oh, no, no It must he all don«' quietly, so that no shame may attach to my darling's name "
"You are right," said the Inspector, compas bio lately, " but what can I do ? You would like me to have my force secretly instructed and sent in search of yow daughter. I cannot do that. I must han ile my men as the law directs."
"Then you will not help me ?" cried the banker in an agony of despair.
"Ali!" suddenly exclaimed the Inspector, "why did I not think ? I cannot help yott, but I will send you to one who can. If your daughter is toJ>e
found old Sim Carter is the one to do it."
"That is more than I can tell you But tins I know I alwayo employ him when fiiluro seems
certain He never fails "
"Will you send for lum, thon?"
"Send for him ' As well send for the President of the United StatOa J'ou «nisi go to h m Say Inspector Byrnes sent you Tell linn o\ei} thing He raaj not take the caso, but if he C1OL=, JOH may rely on Dteicg youi diughtei " I " Why should he refuse ? '
" I don't know He is odd The ease ma} seam too easy to lum 01 he may refuse without a reason But seo him, anyhov If he icfiuos come to mo again Hu,- is his aciches» "
" Th ink you I will 5,0 at once '
"Oh, another thing You nm^t til« t him ah solutely You are safe to do so And don't be surprised at anylnmg 3 ou see Sun mij seem to bo on hu death bed, but that v,ill mean nothing If he will undutake the case you need gi\e youi
" self no furthei concern "