CHAPTER XXII.

PURSUIT OF A FELON. One by one Margaret's faculties deserted her; her power of speech first of all, then her power of motion, her power of resistance, even her power of fear. All save the seeing sense left poor Margaret, and she watched with distended eyeballs and a dull, ghastly feeling of interest the movements of the man who was to murder her. What had he done to her that had thrown her into this helpless lethargy? A faint, sweet odor pervaded the car. It was the insidious chloroform stealing her consciousness f…