going down Chestnut street, about eleven o'clock in the evening of last Thursday.
On that very Thursday night Miss Armington also disappeared; so, according to this statement, they left, or were disposed of, at the same time.
Victor Juno was not a suspicious man, but rather believed that people were more honest than their actions proved; and, on account of his immense benevolence, he very readily trusted those whom he should have shunned, and by so doing he was very easily led into a perfect trap. As he turned the corner of Fourth and Chestnut streets, he spied a gentlemanly looking man coming straight toward him, who bowed profoundly and said:
"You are Dr. Victor Juno, are you not?"
"Yes, sir, that is my name," responded Dr. Juno.
(Hereafter we shall preface Victor Juno's name with Doctor.)
"Mr. Wm. T. Josephs, of Kingsessing, sent me in great haste to bring you to his residence, his daughter is very ill, and he desires your services," exclaimed the stranger.
"I should be happy to go, but how shall we go; at present my carriage is not home?" said Dr. Juno.
"Mr. Josephs' close carriage is waiting at a friend's in Walnut street. I am to bring a male servant with me also, and whilst he was packing up his duds, I proposed to go direct to your office, and ask you to get ready to go, and I thought by the time the driver got around to your office, you might be ready to jump in, and thus we should not lose any time," interposed the stranger.
"Certainly," said Dr. Juno.
"But, doctor, as I have found you here, if you have the kindness, you would better accompany me down to Walnut street, where we can get into the carriage, and stop at your office on our way out there, if you choose to stop there," interposed the stranger.
"I will do so; nor is it necessary for me to stop at my
