DEAD MAN'S LOVE.

Evening Star, Issue 13102, 7 November 1908, Page 3

DEAD MAN'S LOVE.

By, Tom Gallon (Author of *Tattcrley,’ ‘Kiddy,’ ‘Jarwick the Prodigal,’ etc., etc.) CHARACTERS OF THE STORY. Doctor Bardolph Just ( a distinguished scientist, and guardian of Debora Matchwick). Norton Hyde (an escaped convict, afterwards known ns John New). Harvey Scoffold (keeper of a gambling den). George Rabbit (an ex-convict). Gregory Pennington (in love with Debora. He is found dead, and it is supposed that he committed suicide). Caoner (Pennington’s demented servant). Zabdiel Blowfield (a jnoney-lender. Uncle of Norton Hyde)flU Andrew Ferkoe (his clerk). Mrs Leach (the doctor’s fellow-conspira-Debora Matchwick (Doctor Just’s ward). CHAPTER IX. a shooting ran TV. Now, my Uncle Zabdiel had known mo always as something subservient to his will, and apparently anxious to please him; he was to meet me now in a different mood. As wo stood facing each other, in the grey light of the morning which filtered through a high window on to the staircase where we had met, I was able to realise that he would once more play the bully with mo if he felt it possible to do so, and that it behoved me to get the upper hand at once if I would bring myself with any credit out of the tangle. So I spoke sharply after that first ironical greeting of his; I wanted the man to understand that he had not to deal with the milk-and-water boy ho had known something over a year before.

“ I want a word with you,” I said, " and I’ll say it where it suits you best to hear it.”

"By all means, my clear nephew,” he said suavely. “If you will allow mo to pass you, I will show you where wo can talk in comfort.”

I did not like his tone in the least: I began to understand that ho had had the night in which to think over matters, and had doubtless made good use of the time. However, I followed him into that room from which not so long before I had seen Martha Leach emerge; and there 1 faced him, with tho door shut behind me.

“ You’re only partly surprised to see me.” I began at once. “You heard last night that I was alive, and almost in your neighborhood. A woman told yon.” That seemed to stagger him a little; he looked at me keenly and with a new interest. “How do‘y°u know that?” he demanded.

T laughed. “ I know the woman who told you; she is no friend of mine, as you may imagine,” I answered him. “It must have been rather a shock to you to know that the nephew of whom you had got rid of so easily, and who had even had the good sense to put an end to his miserable existence, was very much alive, and likely to trouble you again. Thercfore l thought I'd follow up the tale by putting in an appearnce at once, the better to relieve your pardonable anxiety.” He grinned at me in a fashion * that would have been disconcerting to anyone else; but I was no longer afraid of him. “And what are your demands now?” he asked.

“ I’m glad you use the right word,” I retorted. “ I do demand one or two things, and I’m sure that you'll see that it’s best to comply with them. In the first place, I demand your silence as to mvself.”

/'And if T refuse?” He had seated himself by this time in his usual chair, and he sat looking at me, with the heavy stmk he carried laid across his knees. “What then?”

I had made np my mind what to say. and I said it at once, though with no real intention of ever putting mv threat into execution; I merely wanted to frighten him.

( " Then I shall kill you,” I said quietly. " That is bo idle threat, as yon may perhaps understand. Icou’re a cleverer man than I am, because I was never blessed with much brains; and you will see for yourself taat, hunted wretch as I am, it does noi matter very much what becomes of me. Nevertheless, I have the natural desire to live, and I only ask to be let alone. The Norton Hvde yon knew is buried in the prison to which you sent him; let him rest there. A certain other man, who bears a resemblance to him, finds it necessary to pay you a visit ”

“To break into my house, you mean,” h-3 exclaimed, violently. “Your own action is the best answer that can be given to any such suggestion as you make in regard to secrecy. What safety is there for me while you are at large in the world? I’m an old and feeble man; you come here with threats on your lips to begin with.” “ I threaten you only because I know what you intend to do,” I replied. “I overheard you last night promising the woman that I should be hunted down; even making arrangements with her as to now best to set about that hunting down. Consequently I have to protect myself.” He looked at me sourly for a moment or two, as though making up his mind how best to work round me. “So you’ve been in the house all night, have yon?” be said. “ t shouldn’t have slept quite so soundly if I’d known that, I can assure you. My duty is clear; respectable citizens must be protected against escaped gaolbirds and vagrants of your order.” He sprang from his chair, and made a movement towards a great bell-rope that hung at the side of the fireplace. But I was too quick for him. I caught him by the arm and swung him away from it, so that he lurched and staggered towards the other side of the room. There, panting, and with his stick half-raised as though to strike me down, he stood watching me. “Now, I don’t want to hurt you,” I faid, “ but in this matter I am desperate. There is more hangs to it than you can understand. You’ve done evil enough; the money I stole from you has been paid for in one long year of' bitter bondage—doubly, by reason of the fact that I have no name, and no place in the ■Tvr , no bopo, and no future. “You’ve taken your toll out of me; all I ask now is to be let alone.”

I won t do it, ’ he almost shrieked at me. You shall go back to your prison; you shall rot there for just so many years as they will add to your original sentence. You shant live among honest men; you shall go back to your prison.” I think no shame even now of what I did. My rage against the vindictive old man was so great that I wonder I did not strike the feeble life out of him where he stood mouthing at me. I strode up to him and wrenched the stick out of his hands, took him by the collar of his dressln(J gown, and shook him backwards and forwards, until at last, half in terror and half in weakness, he dropped upon his knees before me.

Don t—don’t kill me, Norton,” he whimpered.

Then you must swear to me to let me alone,’ I said. “Promise that, and I’ll never come near you again, and you shall never hear of me again. It’s an easy thing to do; surely you must see for yourself that I can t rush into the light of day; I should never have come near you tonight but that by the merest chance I found out that the woman Martha Leach was coming to you, and so guessed what her errand was. Come—swear to leave me alone!

I swear—l do truly swear!” he said, and I took my hands from him and let him etagger to his feet.

He got back to his chair again, and sat there, breathing hard, with his lips opening and shutting; I saw that he had had a bad fright. I do not think, after al , that even in my rage I could have killed him, badly as he had served ire • but I was relieved now to see that I had effected my purpose. I did not think he would be likely to trouble me again with any threats of exposure; for the first time in his life he appeared'to have a very wholesome dread of me. Indeed, now he began, as soon a a he had got his breath, to seek in some measure to propitiate me.

'/ " ns excited—annoyed,” he said. Of course, my dear boy, I should never done anything against you—not

reollyy you . know. But it was a rreat \ *tj w^en that woman came and ' told mo that you were alive and' in . the neighborhood—that was a horrible abode. 1 Not but what, Norton, I was glad in a way ! glad to know that you were'alive again.” .‘Well take that for granted,” I said with a laugh. “We have no reason to love each other, you and I, Uncle Zab- ‘ die!; and all I aek is that you shall forget that you ever saw me after I dis- i appeared into my prison. To you, and 1 to anyone else in the world who may be interested in the information, I am John New.”

“ Is that the name you have given yourcelf?” ho asked sharply. “ The name that has been given to me by a certain friend I have found,” I replied. “ I spoke just now of a second matter about which I wanted to talk to you—a matter of serious moment to myself, and one in which you can do a kindly action.”

He looked at me in the old suspicious manner, yet I saw that in his fear of me he was anxious to please me. “ What is it?” ho demanded. “ And why should I do it? I don’t believe in kindly actions.”

I seated myself on the table beside him, and laid the heavy stick behind me. Uncle Zabdiel,” I began, leaning down so as to look into his eyes, “ you’re an old man, and in the ordinary course of things you can’t have very long to live.” *’ What the devil are you talking about?” ho exclaimed angrily. “There’s nothing the matter with me; I’m younger and stronger, in my feelings at least, than I ever was. I’m hale and hearty.” “ You're a weak and defenceless old man, living all alone, with no one in the world to care for you, with no one to trouble much whether you live or whether you die,” I went on persistently. “ God knows you might have made something of me. if you'd ever set about it in any other fashion than that you chose to adopt; but you killed Norton Hyde, and he’s done with and forgotten. And you’re going on in the same hard, grinding fashion for tho rest of your days, until some day, if notliing happens to you ’’ He looked at me with gaping mouth. “What should happen to me?” "he asked in a whisper. I shrugged my shoulders. “How can I possibly tell?” I answered. “I say that if nothing happens to you. some fine morning you'll be found lying out stark and stiff on that great bed of yours upstairs, with your eyes open or shut, as the case may be ; and you'll bo just tho husk of a poor old creature who couldn't take his gold with him, and has slipped away in the night to meet the God whese laws of humanity and tenderness ho had outraged from the beginning. Yes, Uncle Zabdiel, you II bo just a dead old man, leaving behind you certain property to be squabbled over and fought over. And that will be the end of vcu.”

"TouTe trying to frighten me,” ho said, with nervous fingers plucking at his lips. “ I m very well, and I'm very strong.” “I’m not trying to frighten you; I’m telling you facts. It is just left for you to set against all the wrong you have done one little good deed that 'may help to balance matters at the finish. And you won’t do it.”

“I never said I wouldn't do it,” ho pleaded. “You take me up so suddenly, Norton. You’ve no patience. lam an old man, as you say, and sometimes my health and strength are not what they were. Rut, then, doctors are so infernally expensive. Tell me what vou want me to do, my boy. I'll do it if‘l can.”

I was co certain that I had absolutely subdued him that I did not hesitate to lay my plan before him. It was a plan I had had in my mind all the day before, and for some part at least of that night I bad spent in the horse.

“ There is a. young lady whom I have met under curious circumstances,” I began earnestly, “and that young lady is in great danger.” “What’s that to do with me?” he snapped, with something of his old manner. “ Will you listen?” I asked, impatiently. “ Just understand that this young lady ’is nothing to me, and never can be anything; but I want to help her. She hasn’t a friend in the world except myself, and I want to find some place to which, in an emergency, I can bring her, and where she will be safe. I tell you frankly I wouldn’t suggest this to you ii there were any other place on earth to which I could take her, but every other way of escape seems barred. If I can persuade her to trust me, will you give her shelter here?” He looked up at me for a moment or two. I saw that it was in his mind to refuse flatly to have anything to do with the matter. But he had been more shaken that night even than I TTrspeeted, and he was afraid to refuse me anything. Nevertheless, he began to beat round the question, in the hop© of evading a direct answer to it.

“ What should I do with a girl here ?” ho asked. “ There’s only one old woman who comes to the house to look after me. This is no place for a girl; besides, if she’s a decent sort of girl, she ought to have a mother or a father, or some sort of relative, to look after her.”

“I ve told you that she’s absolutely alone in the world,” I replied to that. “And what’s her danger?” he asked. “We live in the twentieth century, and there are the police ” “Can I apply to the police?” I asked him.

“ No, I suppose you can’t,” he acknowledged. “Well, at any rate, let me.know what you want me to do, and how long the girl will stop—and I’ll do the best I can. After all, perhaps what you said about me being an old man, and being found dead, and all that sort of thing—perhaps it may have some truth in it. And I’ve not been so very hard on people, and even if I have, you seem to think that this kindness to the young lady will make it all right for me. Because, you know,” he added, with a shake of the head, “ it’s a great deal to ask anyone to do. Girls are more nuisance than they’re worth. Boys are bad enough—but girls!” He held up his hands in horror at the mere thought of them. I felt very grateful to him, and quite elated at my success. I took one of his feeble old hands, which he yielded with reluctance, and shook it warmly. “You’re doing a greater kindness than you can imagine,” I said; “ I’ll let you know if I can _ persuade the girl to come here. I won’t take you by surprise again.” “I’m glad to know that, at least,” he said. “ Tou’ve given me an awful shock as it is. Now 1 suppose you’ll go away again quietly ?” “Yes.’’ I said, getting down from the table, ••I’ll go away again. But let me give you a word of warning. Uncle Zabdiel; even the best of us are inclined to forget promises in this world. You have sworn that you will not tell anyone my secret.”

dear boy, he whined, “do ycu seriously think that I should betray you?” “No, 1 answered, “I don’t think you would. It would be bad for you if you did; my vengeance would reach quite a long way.” “ All right, my boy,” he replied hastily, as he got to his feet and moved away from me. “ No threats; no threats; they are quite unnecessary.” When I left him it was fully daylight. I came out of the house into the narrow, high-walled garden, and left him standing at the door in his black skull-cap and dressing-gown, peering out at me; then the door was closed, and the dark house swallowed him up. I was now quite determined that I would go back to the house of Bardolph Just, and would find out for myself what was happening there. I had no real hope of meeting Debora, save by accident; I knew that since my disclosure I was less to her than any common tramp she might meet upon the roadside. But when i thought ot her, without a friend, in that great house, and with one man and one woman at least bent upon her death, I felt that private considerations must be tossed aside, and that I must swallow my pride and my sense of injury, and must go to her help. If by some good fortune I could persuade her that the gaol-bird she knew me to be was swallowed lip in the man who hopelessly loved her, and was eager to help her, I might yet be able to pei lorm that miracle of saving her. I felt that I had conquered the man I had. least

hppe of conquering-r-Uncle Zabdiel; I was lees afraid of others than I had been' of him.

The thought of Martha Leach troubled me. most; there was something so implacable about her enmity. That sue meant to destroy the girl,l knew; and I felt certain, from what I had heard, that she was equally bent on destroying me., I chuckled to myself at the thought that in that second business I had defeated her; I was equally confident that I should defeat her in the first. For in defeating her I knew that, my surest weapon would be the doctor himself, because anything that happened to me in the way of exposure must bring that dead man from his grave, and must revive that scandal he was so anxious to cover up. I made a shrewd guess that the woman, in rushing full tilt against me, was doing so blindly, and without consulting Bardolph Just. Knowing the power of that man over her, I thought that I could stop her even more easily than I had stopped my .uncle. However, I had blundered badly once or twics by plunging headlong into matters that required careful consideration; with a new that was coming to me, I determined to reform that trait in my character, and to weigh what I purposed doing for a few hours before setting about it. I would marshal my facts, and so have them ready at my tongue’s end when I wanted them.

Thus it happened that I spent a largo part of the day wandering about, and striving to arrive at some definite plan of action. It was late in the afternoon when I went at last to the bouse of Bardolph Just, and opened tho outer gate and walked into the grounds. I will confess that my heart was beating a little heavily, because I knew that I might at any moment meet Debora, and I could guess what her attitude would be. However, I came to the house, and rang the bell, and waited to be admitted.

The servant who came to the door at last looked at me- in some little surprise. I thought, but greeted me civilly enough. I inquired for the doctor as I stood in the hall; I thought the man seemed astonished that I should ask the question. "Dr Just is away, sir. Everybody’s away, sir,” he said. “Away?” I stared at the man in a dazed fashion, wondering what he meant. “ Everybody?” “Yes, sir; Dr Just, and Mr Scoffold, and -Miss Debora. They've all gone down to Green Barn, in Essex, sir. Quite a large party, sir,” went on the man, garrulously. “.Mrs Leach has gone with them.” I kept my head lowered, that the man might not see the expression on my face. “When did they go?” I asked slowly. “Yesterday, sir. Dr Just said they would go down for some shooting.” The man sjxike glibly enough as he told his nows, and I stood awkwardly in front of him, wondering what I should do. After a long pause I looked up, and asked: “Is there no <mo here at all, except yourself and the other servants?”

“ Oh, yes, sir! I quite forgot,” said the man. “ Old Capper is here, and another party that the doctor left behind to look after him. Rather a rough sort of party, sir—name of Rabbit.”

“Where ore they?” I asked quickly. “I want to see them.”

The man told me that they were in a little room at the back of the house, and I went there at once. I was more disturbed in my mind about this than about anything else; filled with perplexity that Capper should have been brought back to that horse, as I guessed he must have been by Harvey Scofiold ; still more puzzled to know why George Rabbit had appeared on the scene, and w'hat the purpose could be in putting V.im in charge of that amiable old madman Capper. I opened the door of the room and walked in. Georg© Rabbit was lounjring on a window scat by an open window, smoking a pipe. Capper sat upright on a chair, looking at the other man with that curious half-wistful, half-puzzled expression that I had seen on his face before. Mr Rabbit did not take the trouble to move when I entered; he merely waved a hand nonchalantly, and went on smoking. “ What are you doing here?” I demanded of him.

“ Got a nco job—an’ a rummy eort o’ job at that,” ho replied, with, a jerk of his head in the direction of Capper. “ Plenty to eat an’ drink, ’an a nice fewer bed to sleep in, ’an on’y him to keep a eye on. Rum ole cove, ain’t ’o?” “ I thought I warned you to keep away from this _ place, and to keep away from mo,” I said, sternly. “ You did, ’an you wasn’t too nice about the language you put it in,” he said, complacently, as he puffed out a huge volume of smoke. “But, yea- see, I wasn’t goin’ to be ordered abaht by the likes o’ you, an’ so I jist made up my mind I’d come along an’ ’aye a little talk wiv the doctor. Nice man, the doctor—real tip-top gent.” But Dr Just warned you to keep away from here,” I reminded him.

“ Yus, but yer see I put it plain to the doctor that I might be a bit useful to ’is mbs—a deal more useful inside, where I couldn’t talk, than outside, w’ere I could. The doctor seemed to see it in the same way, an’ so ’e left me in charge of this ole chap, wot seems to ’ave a tile loose; an’ ’e s gorn orf into the country to ’ake a pot at the dicky birds, an’ the rabbits an’ fings.”

“ And are you to stop here until he comes bach!” I asked.

“That’s the ticket,” he replied. ‘ ‘ An* wot’s yer ’ighness goin’ to do?” “I don’t know; at all events, nothing that concerns you,” I answered. “Perlite and haffable as ever!” commented Mr Rabbit. ‘‘ By the way, I onnerstood that you’d gorn, an’ that we wasn’t goin’ to see any more of yer. You might let me know w’ere you’re goin’ to live—fer the sake of ole times.”

I guessed why bo wanted to know my movements. I shrewdly suspected that the woman Martha Leach had already pven him Zabdiel Blowfield’s message. Therefore, although my mind was pretty firmly made up as to what I must do, I determined to put him off the scent. “ Oh, in all probability, I shall remain here for the present,” I said. Good !” exclaimed Mr Rabbit heartily. “ Then I shall ’ave company. Between you an me, I’m a little tired of ole waxworks ’ere, wot sits smilin’ an’ never syin’ a word, except to ask about ’is young master. I tell yer, ’e fair gets on my nerves.”

“ I’ll go and see if my room’s ready,” I said, and walked out of the room. Going into the dining room, I rang the bell, and waited until the servant who had admitted me put in an appearance; then I asked a question quite casually. By the way, what place did yon say the doctor had gone to ? Was it Green Barn?”

Yes, sir. I was down there myself last year. Very pretty place, sir. Comerford is the station. Essex, sir.” “Oh, I see!” I answered with a yawn. “By the way, I shall stay here to-nigbt. Is my room ready?” “ Just as you left it, sir,” said the man. I dismissed him, and then proceeded to empty my pockets, to discover'what money I had. I knew that I must get to Comerford that night; I began to be oppressed with dreadful fears of what might happen in a lonely country house, • with the girl at the mercy of these three people, all conspiring against her. For by this time I reckoned Harvey Scoffold as being shoulder to shoulder with the other two in the business.

I found that I had exactly two shillings and threepence, and there seemed no prospect of- my getting any more. I was desperate by this tune, and I knew that every moment was precious; if I missed the last train I might as well not go at all. I determined that in such a cause as this any scruples of conscience I might have must go to the winds; I must resume my old trade which had once brought me into disaster.

I looked about for the most valuable article I could discover, and presently found it_ in a beautiful old-fashioned watch lying upon a cabinet merely as an ornament; it was a wonderful piece of workmanship, in three exquisitely engraved and pierced cases. I slipped it -.my pocket, and got my cap and a walking-stick from the hall, and slipped unobserved out of the house. In an old curiosity shop in Heath street, Hampstead, X sold the watch—after some haggling I got six pounds for it. Coining

out of the place' thtf richer r by tho,t sum, ; .I* found a cab; and drove -at- once to Liver-; pool Street Station* There I -found, - by> e gobd' fortune^fthat -a; train was; to* for Comerford- in less than a quarter of an hour. I took my seat, and in due couse alighted without further adventure at the little out-of-the-way station bearing that name. Not wishing to attract attention in a place where, doubtless, the doctor was well known, I strolled out of the station into the quiet dusk of the summer evening, and took' my way down into the village. You may be sure that I kept a sharp lookout, lest by any chance I should stumble upon anyone from Green Barn; and I determined that when I made inquiries for the place it should be from someone not likely to pay much attention to mo or to note my appearance. I meant to move slowly but steadily, making as few false steps as possible; and I knew that the first thing to be done was to get to the house and find out what was happening there. In the first place, however, I made up my niind that I would procure a bed for the night. I chose a little, clean inn in a back street, and for a matter of a shilling or two settled to keep the room as long as I wanted it. Lounging in the doorway of it with the landlord, I made a casual inquiry as to what places of interest there were in the neighborhood; and the man, after reeling off a long catalogue of places about which I cared nothing, came at last to Green Barn, and told me where it lay. I stored that information in my mind, and a little later strolled out to find the place. I found that it lay some little distance from the village, and was surrounded by very considerable grounds and fields, and a great growth of trees that might, perhaps, by a stretch be called a wood. In the twilight I saw rabbits hopping about, and heard the cries of birds among the trees and bushes. I gathered that there would be there what I believe is known as “good mixed shooting.” The house itself stood in a hollow, and I set it down at once as being decidedly lonely and damp. It had unwholesomelooking green lichens stuck about it here and there, and the outhouses were in a bad state of repair. As I moved cautiously round it, keeping well within shelter, I saw no dogs, nor did I observe any stir of life about it, as one might expect to see about the country house of a prosperous man. A few lights were showing in the windows, and when presently I came to the front of the house I saw that the great hall door was standing wide open. Once or twice I saw a servant cross this, and disappear, as though going from one room to the other. Presently, as I lay hidden, I saw Harvey Scoffold come out with a big cigar between his lips, and his arms swaying about lazily above his head, as he stretched himself. He seated himself in a creaking wicker chair on the porch, and I lay watching the glowing end of his cigar for a long time. Bardolph Just came out presently, and joined him. They sat knee t« knee for a long time, with their heads bent forward, talking in low tones; I could not distinguish what was said. Presently both the heads turned, and the men glanced towards the lighted hall behind them; then the doctor sprang up, and pushed back his chair. Then I saw Debora come slowly down the hall to the porch. The doctor spoke to her, and I saw her shake her head. My heart was thumping so that I had a foolish feeling that they must hear it, and discover me where I lay hidden. The girl came down the few steps from the porch, and turned off into the grounds. Bardolph Just, after standing looking after her for a long minute, sat down again, and went on talking to Scoffold. So far as Debora was concerned, she confined her walk to an avenue among the trees, up and down which she paced for half an hour, with her hands hanging loosely at her sides, and with an air of utter desolation and dejection upon her. During all that time she only stopped once.

It was at the end of the avenue furthest from the house, and nearest to where I lay among the bushes. She stopped, and laid an arm against the trunk of a tree, and put her head against the arm; and so stood for a long time, as I felt sure, weeping softly. What I suffered in that time I _ will not try to explain; I would have given anything and everything to be able to steal up to her and to put my arms about her and to comfort her. But that was, of course, clearly imposible. She went back into the house at last, passing between the two men and leaving them together on the porch. I determined that I would keep my vigil as long as they did, even though I could not overhear what was said. I could see that, the doctor was laying down the law upon some matter to Harvey Scoffold. I could see every now and then first one and then the other turn sharply and glance into the lighted hall, as though fearing to be overheard. At last Scoffold, with a gesture of impatience, got up and came down the steps; the great bulk of him blotted out the other man for a moment.

Immediately afterwards the doctor rose and marched down the steps also, until he came to where Harvey Scoffold was standing. They moved off arm-in-arm into that avenue in which but a little time before the girl had walked so long; and now I strained my ears, in the hope that I might catch what they said. But only scraps of conversation floated to me.

“Don’t be a fool, Harvey,” I heard the doctor say; “ there is absolutely no danger—the merest accident.”

“I can’t say I like it at all; it may seem suspicious. Lonely country place, and you with an intesest in the girl’s death. I consider it much too risky.” They passed me, and came slowly back again. And what I heard then was startling enough, in all conscience. It was the doctor who spoke. “Gun accidents have happened before to-day, and will happen again, especially over such land as this.” I remembered then what I had been told about this shooting party that had been organised; I wondered what they meant to do. I could only shrewdly guess that in some fashion the girl was to be drawn into the matter, and that the doctor had plotted with Harvey Scoffold that an apparent accident of some sort should take place. 1 did not need to be told who the victim was to be. I lay there long after they had gone into the house and the door had been closed, wondering what I should do, and realising more and more with every minute how utterly helpless I was. To warn the girl was impossible, because, even if I got speech with her, she would in all probability refuse to believe anything I said. To set myself face to face with Harvey Scoffold and the doctor would be absurd, because they would, of course, deny that any such conversation had taken place, or at least deny the construction I had put upon their words. I lay there until very late, debating the matter, and at last came to a desperate resolve. If they meant murder, then I determined that murder should be met with murder. In some way that, was at present vague in my mind I determined that I would follow the party on the . morrow, if that was the time arranged, and if I could only secure some weapon, even if I were not in time to save her, her death should be avenged. I went home with my head singing, and with, as it seemed, the sky blood-red above me. I thought at first that I would borrow a gun from the landlord of the inn, but, as I looked a peaceful sort of fellow, I came to the conclusion that that must at onpe throw suspicion upon me. I determined , just before I went to bed, that I would go very early to Green Bam in the morning, and there would let Fate decide for me at the last moment. I undressed and went to bed, but it was long before my eyes closed in sleep. I was abroad early, and was actually in the grounds before the house was astir. I guessed that if this was the date on which they meant to put their plan into execution, they would make for that more secluded wood I had observed the night before, and I determined that when the time came I would take my station there. But first I made up my mind that I must have a weaxion, and boldly enough I decided that I would get that, if the worst came to the worst, from'the house itself. With that purpose in mind, I crept as near to the house as I could, with a view to observing how the rooms were placed, and in the hope that I might discover the gun room, & such a place existed.

k'ijFbftbne fay6^d bl (worked £my Way " gradually' l round 1 bafck of the Rouse, and judged'that the . party? were at ; ,by v the faetjttett' nowsbid then a - crossed 'affsfeill payldyard, • beaming dishes.” J-j countthe. number of timbs she went, ,and l:fe£]kpned nfy chances on two things. 1 ’ FirstjvT [guessed that some dL/ithe servants ;wduld ibe- in the dining Yophi, and. the’ pthferq iin - the which were- the. Rouse; the servant I saw pass ibsand fro; was the messenger between' : bbfii. And -while I rioted that - fact, I .saw |hat, the gun room was just off the small into which she went each time she carried anything across. I could see the shining, ferrets against the walls distinctly.' •' .. . What I purposed dding.wai tW;: Count-' mg the time carefully, ij would wait for her to cross the yard} and -to go into the house; then, when 'shei had disappeared, I would follow, and-’ would get into the fun room. Before shaa-'came out of the ouse again I should ■ have, time to select a weapon and to-load it, to remain concealed in the gun • room; into which she was not likely. to lookjv; and to come out and make my way -mtofthe’ grounds after she had disappeared into the kitchens. My plan prospered xu; well as I had hoped. I slipped into ; 'the • gun room as the girl disappeared into, the house, and m a moment I had a gun down from its place, and had slipped the cartridges into fsition. Making sure that all was right, crouched behind the door, and saw the girl pass and cross; the yard, and disappear;' then I stole. out, and, getting clear of the house, ran-hard for the woods! There I dropped downdhto a little hollow in the thickest' part of the trees, and waited. MiIn something less' than half an hour I saw them coming towards me from the direction of the house; Harvey Scoffold and the doctor, with the girl walking between. She was dressed smartly .in a shooting costume, and (jarried a light gun over her shoulder, as did the others. They made straight for ths woods, and I lav there, with murder in my heart and the gun gripped in my fingers. (To be continued.)