“You know something concerning her real identity?”

“I do.”

“And you desire my co-operation in, discovering the whereabouts of the girl?”

“Possibly I do.”

“If you desire my assistance, you must make a confidant of me.”

“First tell me; do you believe evil has befallen the girl?”

“Yes.”

“What do you suspect?”

“There is no reason why I should make a confidant of you.”

“There is.”

“Explain wherein.”

“If you will prove yourself an honest man, with honest purposes, I will tell you all in good time.”

“It will be better to tell me at once.”

“I will.”

“When?”

“Speedily; but tell me, what has become of her?”

“I do not know.”

“Put you admit what you suspect.”

“Yes.”

“Will you tell me what you suspect?”

“I believe she has been abducted.”

The stranger betrayed great agitation.  He buried his face in his hands.  He was at the mercy of the detective, had the latter been disposed to take advantage of the situation.

A few moments’ silence pervaded the room, and a strange scene was presented.  On the floor lay the corpse of the boatman; seated in a chair into which he had retreated was the man in the rubber coat, and standing over against him with a stern glance in his eye was the detective.

At length the man uncovered his face, and said: 

“You think she has been abducted?”

“Yes.”

“Have you any suspicion as to the identity of the abductor?”

“I have.”

“And you will know where to look for her?”

“I will know who to look for.”

“Do you suspect the motive for the abduction?”

“Yes.”

“What was the motive?”

“Renie is a beautiful girl.”

“You told me differently before.”

“I did.”

“Now you admit she is beautiful?”

“Yes; one of the most beautiful girls I ever beheld.”

“Will you describe her appearance?”

The detective hesitated a moment, but at length did describe the appearance of Renie.

A detective can better describe a missing person’s appearance than any other party, as it is a part of their trade to accustom themselves to the art, and our hero’s description was vivid and accurate.

“Yes, yes, it is she,” muttered the stranger, involuntarily.

“From the description you are satisfied that the adopted daughter of Tom Pearce is the girl you are looking for, my friend?”

“Yes; there is no doubt.”

“You recognize the description?”

“Yes.”

“Then you have seen the girl?”

“Not since she was a year old.”

“Not since she was a year old?” exclaimed the detective.

“How can you know what she would look like now?”