|Chapter Title||HUSBAND AND WIFE.|
|Newspaper Title||Adelaide Observer (SA : 1843 - 1904)|
|Trove Title||Double Cunning. The Tale of a Transparent Mystery|
HUSBAND AND WIFE.
" Curse him! 18 he ever going to give in f' said Sheldrake. " I've a good mind to kill him."
•' You've pretty well done it as it ig," growledPannelL "Poorwretch;it'stoobad.n
"Hadn't yon better go and give informa
tion to the police, or has your wife done it I
already ? She's soft enough on him."
" You leave her alone."
"Leave her alone? You'll get up some
morning and find her gone off with him." |
"Look here, ShelL," cried Pannell, in a voice full of suppressed passion, ana with menace in his look, " I don't want to hit out, because when I do X hit hard. This
makes three times you've said that cowardly I thing to me. Don't do it again." 1
" No, no; don't Shell.! cried Mewbnrn, " Don't quarrel. Things are bad enough as it is. All this horrible expense, and we shall fail after alL"
"Not we; I don't fail in what 1 take up," said Sheldrake, fiercely.
"You'll fail here,1' said Pannell, "and I'm not going to have my wife stop in this cursed hole any longer."
" Wnat are you going to do then ?"
"I've taken rooms close by, where we can breathe."
"And what does] Sarah say?" sneered
" What I like in this case," growled Pannell. " I'm master when I like to be, and I'm master now."
"Isn't she coming back, then ?" "No."
"And are you going to stay away, too?" exclaimed Mewburn.
"Not likely, Nathan," replied the big fellow. " There, I'm going over to her now. I'll be back about S, and then you fellows can go out for a change, But, look here, ShelL, you've gone far enough. I won't have that poor fellow ill-used more."
Sheldrake did not Bpeak till Pannell had left the miserable sitting-room, and the front door had closed behindnim.
" Curse him !" he cried, " he's getting too overbearing. 1 planned all this, didn't I, Nathan?"
" You did, ShelL ; but you see you've failed, and the expense"
" it's a lie! I've not failed," cried Shel drake. " What's that ?"
He turned white as a loud knock was heard. "It's all right; it's Jack," said Mewbnrn, rising to answer the door, Sheldrake follow ing to listen.
"I've come back to tell you, Nathan," whispered Pannell, "the place is watched that same policeman is here again."
"The three confederates stood gazing at
" What's to be done?" said Mewburn, dole fully.
" What's to be done?" cried Sheldrake with ?
a sneer. " Is there no other spot in London |
but this ? Be off Jack, and don't come back," he cried, peremptorily. " I'll come to you a your lodgings. Where are you ?"
" Ninety-nine. Wilman-Btreet." I " Eight; Nathan and I will go and take | another place. We'll get him away from here to-night."
Parnell nodded and went off, taking a roundabout route to reach his lodgings, for fear of being tracked; and an hour later Sheldrake and Mowburn followed.
" He's at the bottom of the street, Shell.,
whispered the latter as Sheldrake was lock ing the door.
" Take it coolly 1" was the reply; and placing the key in his pocket the pair strolled
Three hoars later, when they returned to the end of the street, they saw a police-ser geant talking to one of his men at the door, and, after Hesitating and feeling that they dare not risk it, the confederates went away.
"It's walking into the lion's jawB, Nathan," said Sheldrake, grimly. "Wait till its dark."
When night fell first one and then the ther went back, but there was always at policeman there, and they dared not make their attempt that night.
The next day the surveillance was close, for there was suspicion in the Scotland Yard mind that coining was carried on at this house in Meoklen-street; and, to make matters worse for the confederates, they found now that they were watched as well, and it needed all their cunning to keep
To get Range away 'was like inviting the capture of the whole party, and Sheldrake was half mad with rage. Three nights run
ning he bad engaged cans in readiness to go | up to the house, but the slightest movement in that direction resulted in the appearance of a constable ; and he stood at laBt staring at his companious, ready to confess that it was checkmate.
It was the evening of the fouth day that i John Pannell joined his wife in the little coffee-house that they had made their tem porary home, the Wilman-Btreet lodgings having been deemed unsafe.
" Look here, my girl!" lie said hoarsely.
" 1 can't stand this any longer. Here's all | all I've got left. You take it and look after j yourself!"
" What are you going to do, Jack?"
" To do ? Why, that poor wretch is starv ing to death in that attic, and I'm going to have him out and end all this ! I wanted to be square to ShelL and Nathan, but I've beea cursing the whole business for mouths."
" Yes; it has been a bad affair," said the woman, gloomily.
" Bad, don't say it, my girl. Now, look here; you know what this means, don't you ?"
She shook her head.
"Well, I shall either be taken by the police or Shell, will put a revolver bnllet through my brains! So good-by, old girl! You bavn't beeu so warm to me as in the old dayB, but I've always been the same to you, JuBt think kindly of me if it comes to the worst; and, as to breaking with Shell, and Nathan—there, it's like murder to go on, and I can't. Good-by!"
"Jack!" she cried, wildly, as she flung herself into hiB arms, " you shan't go; you sbant leave me! 1 bavn't been kind to you as I should, but I'm going to change. There —my own husband once again."
"No," he said, softly, as he kissed her tenderly and tried to loosen her hold; " I must do it. You wouldn't have that poor fellow starve to death?"
" No," she said, softly ; " but it is not you who shall break faith. I wrote to his people last night; and, poor boy, he's safe by now!"