CHAPTER XXIX.
CORNERED AT LAST.
"My son, my son!"
The next instant the old lady was clasped to the breast of August
Bordine.
It was a dramatic scene.
But the drama was not yet complete.
Several men were striding through the garden, the two in advance wearing
the uniform of the city police.
"August Bordine, I arrest you for the murder of Victoria Vane."
[Illustration: "I ARREST YOU FOR THE MURDER OF VICTORIA VANE."]
A hand fell on the impostor's shoulder and a bearded face looked into
his.
There came a wild gleam to the eyes of Barkswell as he realized his
situation.
He seemed equal to the occasion, however.
"A mistake, officer. Yonder stands August Bordine," and the criminal
pointed toward the widow's son.
And then, with a wailing cry, poor Rose reeled and sank fainting to the
arms of Mrs. Bordine.
At this moment the officer snapped a pair of handcuffs over the wrists of
Barkswell, thus securing him. However, the officers seemed puzzled, and
stared at August as if undecided what course to pursue.
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