"FOR THE MURDER OF CAPTAIN OSBORNE AND HIS DAUGHTER!"
Dyke Darrel felt the cold muzzle of a revolver touch his temple at the last.
CHAPTER XV.
A BAFFLED VILLAIN.
In the meantime Harper Elliston, true to his word for once at least, left the train at the Woodburg depot on the same morning that his young detective friend arrived in Burlington.
Repairing to his room at the hotel, the New Yorker remained until the dinner hour. After this he turned his steps in the direction of the Darrel Cottage.
"I suppose Nell Darrel will be delighted to see me," chuckled Elliston, as he walked up the steps and rang the bell.
Aunt Jule opened the door. "Marse Dyke ain't home."
"But Miss Nell is, I suppose."