You will grieve yourself to death if left alone; and what
good would your death do any one? It would spoil my life. Believe
me, I would welcome you to my home with all your sorrow--all the
more because of your sorrow; and I'd be so kind and patient that
you'd begin to smile again some day. That's what your father would
wish if he could speak to you, and not that you should grieve away
your life for what can't be helped now. But I have a plan. It's
right in my line to capture such scoundrels as the man who
murdered your father; and what's more, I know the man, or rather I
used to in old times. I've played many a game of euchre with him
in which he cheated me out of money that I'd be glad to have now;
and I'm satisfied that he does not know of any change in me. I was
away on distant detective duty, you know, when your father was
killed. I won't ask you to go over the painful circumstances; I
can learn them at the prison. I shall try to get permission to
search out Bute, desperate and dangerous as he is--"
"Oh, Ralph, Ralph," cried the girl, springing up, her eyes
flashing through her tears, "if you will bring my father's
murderer to justice, if you will prevent him from destroying other
lives, as he surely will, you will find that I can refuse you
nothing.
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