"I suppose it must be so--poor girl--poor girl."
"I'm very sorry for the young lady myself," said the detective
in his soft, low voice; "but you see I cannot let a dangerous criminal
escape for a mere matter of sentiment."
"Of course not," said Fitzgerald, sharply. "Moreland must be arrested
right off."
"But he will confess everything," said Calton, angrily, "and then
everyone will know about this first marriage."
"Let them," retorted Brian, bitterly. "As soon as she is well enough we
will marry at once, and leave Australia for ever."
"But--"
"I know her better than you do," said the young man, doggedly; "and I
know she would like an end made of this whole miserable business at
once. Arrest the murderer, and let him suffer for his crime."
"Well, I suppose it must be so," said Chinston, with a sigh, "but it
seems very hard that this slur should be cast upon Miss Frettlby."
Brian turned a little pale.
"The sins of the father are generally visited upon the children by the
world," he said bitterly. "But after the first pain is over, in new
lands among new faces, she will forget the bitter past."
"Now that it is settled Moreland is to be arrested," said Calton, "how
is it to be done? Is he still in Melbourne?"
"Rather," said Kilsip in a satisfied tone; "I've had my eye on him for
the last two months, and someone is watching him for me now--trust me,
he can't move two steps without my knowing it.
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