thousand dollars, she went the next day with great boldness to the
bank where he kept his money and presented it; it was cashed by the
clerk without hesitation, and that evening, abandoning both Clarkson
and her children, she went, accompanied by her paramour, to the
depot and took the train for Montreal, where they went to an hotel,
registering their names as Mr. and Mrs. Mortimer, of New York.
Notwithstanding their false names and altered attire they were traced
to the St. Lawrence Hall, Mrs. Clarkson being surprised, on coming
from breakfast one morning, to observe her husband busily scanning
the register at the office counter. The Count had not seen him, but
Mrs. Clarkson hurried him upstairs and told him that their
whereabouts was discovered, and that they must take refuge in flight
before Clarkson had time to take steps for their apprehension.

Ringing the bell, Von Alba bade the boy to have their bill made out
and receipted, and to have their luggage sent to the station in time
for the next train for New York.

"There is no New York train till 3.15," said the boy.

"When is there one for Toronto?" asked the Count.

"Not till eight this evening, but the Lachine train, which meets the
mail boat, leaves at 11.30."

"That is what I mean," said Von Alba; "we will go by that;" then,
packing hastily, the two culprits descended by the ladies staircase,
and, entering a carriage, drove off to procure tickets for Toronto.

All this time Mr. Clarkson was quietly seated in the breakfast-room,