The Cleverdale Mystery; or, The Machine and Its Wheels: A Story of American LifeWilkins, W. A.
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The Cleverdale Mystery; or, The Machine and Its Wheels: A Story of American Life
Wilkins, W. A.
Detective and mystery stories; New York (State) -- Fiction; Political corruption -- Fiction
News of the return of George Alden, who had been mourned as dead,
quickly spread through the community, and Cleverdale could scarcely
credit the news. The hotels, stores, and street corners were scenes of
excitement; men of all classes discussed the event, and the return of
George Alden caused even greater wonder than his disappearance. When
the news reached Sargent, he exclaimed, "Alden returned? Thunder and
Mars! I must skip out of this at once. Wonder what has become of Mannis?
Well, it is every one for himself in this deal. Good-by, old Cleverdale!
good-by! Perhaps I'll see you later." An hour afterward, Sargent was on
a western-bound train, and the community was rid of its worst villain.
The following morning all arose early at the Hamblin mansion; Belle
would not allow her husband to leave her side even for an instant, and
for the first time in many months joy and happiness were visible in her
eyes. Fannie Alden had remained at the mansion, and, all anxious to hear
the wanderer's story, an hour later the family assembled in the parlor
to listen to the remarkable revelation.
"Before George commences his story," said Senator Hamblin, "I must
remove a crushing load from my own heart."
He then related every detail of the part he had acted in the conspiracy,
taking upon himself all the odium belonging to him. He gave such a
pitiful description of his terrible sufferings of mind and remorse
of conscience, that all present were deeply affected. The proud man
was truly humbled; his penitence, for once, was not assumed. Fully
exonerating his son-in-law from the charge against his integrity, he
took from his pocket two envelopes, and placed the intercepted letters
in the hand of George Alden.
"I am a guilty wretch," he said, "and deserve all the execration you can
heap upon my head. To save myself, I even urged my daughter to marry
Walter Mannis, after all the suffering I had caused her. I have been an
unnatural father. Despise me--all of you--for I deserve it."
He was utterly prostrated, and Belle, leaving the side of her husband,
threw her arms about his neck, and said:
"Papa, it is all over now; let us bury the past. Cheer up; George has
returned, and will forgive and assist you."
"I agree with Belle," said George. "You have had your share of
suffering; let us try to forget the past, and keep our secret from
the outside world. Your financial matters need not distress you
further, for my fortune is ample to help us all. But the body in yonder
cemetery--what can you tell us about that?"
"Nothing, for I was the victim of that deception. Ah, there has been a
deeper game played than I expected."
Senator Hamblin's revelation surprised all present, but no more so than
a telegram that was suddenly brought in.
It read as follows:
"HAVELOCK, ----
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