taking light repast after his long journey. That the persons he
sought were in the hotel he felt confident; but there were so many
gentlemen with their wives real or pretended, from all parts, that
he was puzzled to conjecture which of the names in the register was
that assumed by the Count. At length he resolved to take the boy into
his confidence; and, handing him a gold piece, he began to question
him concerning the guests now quartered in the hotel. When he had
described the pair he wanted, the boy said: "W'y these ere must be
the pair wat's just gone to the Toronto boat!" Clarkson said not a
word; but, handing a card to the cashier, rushed out of the hotel,
and, jumping into a cab, bade the driver to go with all speed to the
Upper Canada boat. Had he thought for a moment he would have
recollected that the boat leaves the wharf early in the morning, and
proceeding slowly through the canal, stops to take on passengers at
the head of the Lachine Rapids. In his blind haste, however, he had
forgotten this; and lost so much time in going to the wharf that,
when he eventually learnt the truth and got to the depot, the train
was just leaving the platform.

There was nothing for it now but to wait for the train for the west,
and to get on board the steamer at Kingston. He had at least the
satisfaction of knowing that they were on the boat like rats in a
trap, and that, except the delay in confronting the villain Von Alba
and his wretched companion, he was as successful as possible in his
pursuit of the fugitives. Returning to the city, he procured the
assistance of a detective, who undertook to accompany him to Kingston,
and assist him in apprehending and arresting the fugitives.

By this time the steamship "Hungarian," on which the wretched pair
had embarked, was ploughing the waters of Lake St. Louis. After a