They refer to the records of the Mission Dolores parish. They invoke
the aid of the all-seeing eye of the Church as to the history and
rights of Isabel Valois.
Pere Ribaut humbly begs the protection of his Grace for his protege,
Armand Valois, in case he visits California.
Philip Hardin, in his office, weaving his golden webs, darkened
here and there with black threads of crime, is deaf to the cry of
conscience. What is the orphaned girl to him? A mere human puppet.
He hears not the panther feet of the avengers of wrong on his trail.
Blind insecurity, Judge Hardin.
Woods has seized Captain Lee, and taken him out of his sanctum to
the shades of the "Bank Exchange."
The great detective captain, an encyclopedia of the unwritten
history of San Francisco, regards Woods with a twinkle in his gray
eye. The hunted, despairing criminal knows how steady that eye can
be. It has made hundreds quail.
Lee grins over his cigar. Another millionaire in trouble. "Some
woman, surely." The only question is "What woman?"
The fair sex play a mighty part in the mysteries of San Francisco.
"Lee, I want you to hunt up the history of a woman for me," says
the old miner.
The captain's smile runs all over his face.
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