will be able to show his innocence."

I then made oath to the facts, and the warrant was issued. The sheriff
asked me when he should make the arrest, and I told him that Drysdale
was then at his office, and he must be taken at once. We accordingly,
went straight to his office, where we found him with Andrews. As the
sheriff entered, Drysdale said:

"How do you do, Mr. Ringwood? Take a chair."

"No, I thank you, Mr. Drysdale," said the sheriff in a sympathetic tone;
"the fact is, I am here on a very unpleasant duty, and I cannot stay
long. I have a warrant for your arrest, Mr. Drysdale."

"Warrant for me! what for?" exclaimed Drysdale, huskily.

"It is for the murder of George Gordon," replied the sheriff.

"Who charges me? I----"

Drysdale could only shriek the above, ere he fell back into a chair
almost lifeless. In a few minutes, he recovered somewhat, and the
sheriff said:

"Mr. Pinkerton here, has made an affidavit to the charge, and he seems
to be acquainted with the grounds for accusing you; suppose you walk
down to the bank with us."

Drysdale gazed at me steadily for a moment, and then said:

"Let me look at the warrant."

He was trembling like an aspen leaf, while he was reading it, and when
he had finished, he expressed a willingness to go with us, if Andrews
would go too. It was now after banking hours, and the bank was closed,
but the officers admitted us. After the door had been closed, I turned
to Drysdale and said:

"I have the unpleasant duty, Mr. Drysdale, of charging you with the
murder of George Gordon, in this bank; have you any denial to make?"

This was the signal to Green, and as I finished speaking, he passed from
behind the desk, where he had been seated, across the spot where
Gordon's body had fallen. He was made up exactly like Gordon, as on
previous occasions, and though he was in sight only a second, it was
enough. Drysdale gave a shriek, and fell lifeless, as the apparent ghost
disappeared in the vault. It was done so quickly, that even the sheriff
was puzzled to determine what the apparition was. Restoratives were
applied, and Drysdale soon revived.

"Great God!" he exclaimed. "Where is George Gordon? I am sure he was
here. Did you see him, Andrews?"

No one answered, and seeing that we were all looking at him in
amazement, he sprang to his feet, exclaiming:

"I deny the charge you have made against me; it is false in every
particular."

"Then, Mr. Drysdale," said I,