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rnoon to go up to most i Fibiwe, L allpaiek axe actions procure some refresh) the murder at Black which had of course been telegraphed along the line, the chief topic of con- versation. While there another train it, and found tle, news of love you! You know that! Are you really resolved to go?” “Yes. You are far more nervous than I. I am so secure in the confi- dence of my own guiltlessness that I am not at all afraid. Will you bring CHAPTER XXXIX. “L Will Try.” Throughout Blackcastle a great awe reigned—that awe which seems the special tribute we pay the King of Terrors. Every one walked lightly, and spoke very softly, as thought fearful of dis- turbing tne repose of the quiet sleep- er who lay among them. Cyril Carrington arrived from Lon- don by the noon train. With him were some old friends of the dead man, who came to superintend the final arrange- ments, and accompany the remains back to London, where they were to be interred in the family lot of the Brackens. Cyril, hurrying through the hall, coated and capped and travel stained, came face to face with Cynthia Len- nox. He suppressed the inclination he felt to cry out at sight of her. “Why!” he exclaimed, “how wretch- ed you are looking!” She looked up at him and shook her head with a faint laugh. “What a compliment for a gallant gentleman to pay!” “I never pay you compliments,” he said, in a low voice. “I know you too well to think you would accept such fubious homage. But positively, you are looking ill. All this excitement is proving too much for you!” “Oh, no!” with resolute brightness— “I am quite well, indeed!” But despite herself, she felt a slight thrill of pleasure as she heard the tender anxiety in his voice. . “How 1s aunt?” he questioned. “She is greatly shocked and de- pressed. She has not left her own room yet. What time do you take him up to London? I see you have brought strangers with you.” “Yes. We go up by the 3 p. m. train.” “To-day? Not to-day?” “Oh, yes, to-day. His friends insist. Of course, as he was a guest at Black- castle, I shall accompany them and re- main till all is over.” “You will find lunch in the morning room,” she said, turning away. “I must go anu meet those gentlenien; they look bewildered! Hospitality and courtesy seem rarely themselves on such an occasion as this!” “Wait—lI will introduce them,” Cyril said, turning to and walking with her ¢- where a small group of gentlemen were clustered by the great mullioned window, talking in subdued accents. They paused in their conversation and doffed their hats at sight of Cyn- thia. Cyril made them known individually and the girl received them with the easy, stately grace natural to her. Half an hour later she caught sight of the chief of police as he passed through the hall. She called to him, and he called quickly at sound of her voice. She flung wide the door of the little (30m at the foot of the stairs—the com where Lady Carrington had told Laurie Lisle about the woman her son had loved. “Just a few moments, Mr. Lynn. 1 want particularly to speak to you.” He came in, closing the door behind him, closing the door behind him, and stood before her, his hat in his hands, respectfully attentive. He listened during the first part of her rapid, direct, logical speech in smiling incredulity, now and then neg- atively shaxing his head. But as she proceeded, the smiles and shakes grew less frequent, and finally ceased alto- gether. He looked up at her with deep- ening interest. “You don’t for one second suppose that a frail slip of a girl like Miss Lisle—putting her personality out of the quesuon—could kill him, a strong, agile, athletic man? And if it could be proved—” “Well, about her being such a slip of a girl,” Mr. Lynn ruminated, “I don’t gee that that is such a strong argu- ment. Of course, speaking as I do now, I also put Miss Lisle’s personal- ity out of the question. Good heavens, Miss Lennox, you've no idea—no idea how strong a delicate woman can be when the case at stake means the pay- ment of an old grudge! We police officers see enough of that sort of thing to make us chary of our chari- table suppositions . Now, suppose he was writing, and some one slipped noislessly behind him with a sharp dagger—” “Oh, Mr. Lynn!” the girl cried, im- patiently; “don’t you see how improb- able is all that which you are trying to force yourself to believe? There was a struggle—a sharp struggle. Could she have for one moment have resisted him when discovered? Ask yourself ff, in the light of common reason, such @ suspicion savors ever so slightly of probability!” “But if first wounded—” “He was not at first wounded!” she asserted, convincedly. “If he had been there would have been blood stains around the room. It is a very large apartment and things are upset and disturbed in the remotest corners, where the frantic fight must have pen- etrated, but oniy on and immediately around the spot where he fell is there blood! This proves conclusively that the dagger wound was inflicted after iS By K. TEMPLE MOORE. ESD AUR DEFECTIVE PAGE the struggle had taken place. And ,as I have remarked, the girl who could conquer in such a hand-to-hand com- bat must be a very amazon. Now, do you see?” “By Jove,” Mr. Lynn hazarded, glancing up admiringly, “you'd made a fine detective! No—no offense, Miss Lennox!” in sudden trepidation. “I take none,” she said, gently. “But now, Mr. Lynn—now that you see how absurd is Mr. Stack’s opinion in, this case—you will surely discover how probable is the supposition { advance. Just consider its chief points one mo- ment,” Five minutes later he paused and looked back at her, his hand on the door knob. “T’'ll do it, Miss Lennox. I'll see my men and help you as far as is in my power. There may be something in it. For your friend’s sake, I hope there is. If there happened to be,” he added,with a roguish twinkle in his eyes, wholly out of place with the ghastly case in question, it would be a great thing to beat their boss London. detective, who seems to think all we rural officials are deaf and blind—wouldn’t it, now?” “Indeed it would!” Miss Lennox an- swered, heartily, rejoiced to have an ally, and humoring his professional pride. “It would be a splendid local victory!” CHAPTER “Clive!” One o’clock. How time was flying. At two they would arrive. All preparations rela- tive to the journey were being made, swiftly and noiselessly. Quick brains wrought out the plans, issued orders and decided doubts. Deft hands obeyed. Here and there moved Mr. Lynn, whispering to his men and intently in- tent on his own business. Once, when Mr. Stack passed him, arm-in-arm with a brother detective from London, he chuckled hopefully and curiously to himself. Two o'clock! And the hearse was at the door, the carriages in line, the casket lid screw- ed down. Half-past two! And the little cor- tege moved down the avenue—a sol- emn, gloomy procession. Overhead the dull December day still lowered broodingly. Underfoot, the snow was thawing, and it splashed XL. | the sleek horses at every step. Over all, a shrill wind shrieked in spiteful jubilance. The bend of the avenue was reached. Round it swept the hearse, the nod- ding plumes, the funeral train. The servants, watching from the windows of the great house beyond, sighed with relief as the last carriage disappeared, threw open the shutters, drew up the blinds and went about their customary duties with voices a little louder than usual, because so long subdued. Thus Cuthbert Bracken went forth from Blackcastle! About four o’clock a knock went echoing through the house. Cynthia Lennox, slowly ascending the stairs, paused to look back as the footman opened the door. “Miss Lennox,” she heard Mr. Bow- ers’ smooth voice say, interrogatively. My compliments to Miss Lennox, and could I see her for a few moments?” He came into the hall, closely fol- lowed by a stranger—a big, awkward lout of a fellow, tanned and bearded— a sailor, undoubtedly. His dress and bearing betrayed that. Cynthia turned and retraced her steps as she heard her name spoken. “Mr. Bowers, you wished to see me?” “My dear Miss Lennox—yes. So it is true, then, that the—ah, the re- mains, have already been conveyed to London?” “Yes; the yhave gone.” “Our trains must have crossed. I had no idea they would proceed so soon. The first I heard of it was from the lodgekeeper, and I was amazed— positively amazed! However, that is not what I came down about. Keen as is my regret at this unfortunate and deplorable death of my honored client, and eager as I am to see that death avenged, still it is unnecessary to ex- plain to you that a lawyer and his work are inssolubly bound together, and that—ah—neither can stand still even on an occasion so mournful and exceptional as this.” “The former can’t, to a certainty,” Cynthia said to herself, as the little lawyer fidgeted around in nervous im- portance. “Good gracious! what is the man driving at?” But she only looked at him in hope- less mystification. “And so, anxious to determine the identity of the new claimant of the Atherton estate as soon as possible, I came down here to-day for that pur- pose.” “Oh, you did!” Cynthia agreed, con-. siderably enlightened. propose to do so?” The man of law compressed his lips and knotted his brows into an im- pressively profound expression of wisdom. “My dear Miss Lennox,” he whis- pered ponderously, “it was a most re- markable—a most remarkable occur- rence. One might almost call it phe- “How do you dashed up from an opposite direction to that in which lay my intended route. And among the passengers who serged into the waiting room was—this man!” With a graceful wave of his hand, Mr. Bowers indicated the hulking fig- ure looming behind him, who acknowl- edged the introduction with a nod and a grin. “Well, the talk went on among the group by the bar, and one word caught the newcomer’s ear. “Did you say Bracken?’ he asked, stepping forward. “‘Now you’ve struck it. The name of the murdered man was Bracken— Cuthbert Bracken, mate,’ they an- swered him. “I knew him!’ he cried. ‘We es- caped together from the Dolphin when she burned last September.’ “That was enough for me. I felt like a detective when I jumped up and grabbed him. “*You’re my man!’ said I, ‘or rather I'll make it worth your while to be. What women were aboard the Dolphin during the trip you speak of?’ “Only two,’ he answered. ‘An old lady named Mrs. Grey, and a young lady named Miss Lisle. You see it. was a sailing vessel which belonged to the young woman’s grandfather.’ “Was there only oné young lady?” I asked, for you remember Mr. Brack- en had told me there were two. He asserted positively that there was only one. ‘Would you know her again if you were to see her?’ I asked. “*Yes,’ he said. ‘I saw but very lit- tle of her till after the ship blazed; but I had a good look at her then, and Yd know her among a thousand.’ “So, there, Miss Lennox, you have the case in a nutshell. This man can cerainly identify her—the new claim- ant.” Miss Lennox smiled involuntarily as he paused, red in the face and quite breathless. A very capacious and well-filled nutshell, his! There was the sound of a woman’s footsteps descending the stairs. Mr. Bowers turne dhastily to the sailor. “Hark! Draw back and watch.” The man stepped behind the statue of a mail-clad knight. Baby Earle’s trim figure came into sight, crossed the hall and entered the breakfast room.. The sailor stepped forth again. “Was that she?” Mr. Bowers ques- tioned. He shook his head emphatically. “No,” he declared, decidedly, if un- grammatically; “that warn’t her!” From the corridor above came the tones of a sweet, silvery voice, evi- dently in response to a question. “No, I am not looking for Miss Dent. I am trying to find Miss Lennox. She must be down stairs!” “That’s her!” the son of Neptune cried, promptly and “Phat’s—” “Wait!” the lawyer whispered. “Not so loud! Wait till you see her!” A girl was coming down the stairs— a girl small, slender, dark-clad, with two long, bright braids of heavy hair falling below her waist, and a lovely, childish, high-bred face. “Oh, that’s her,” the man repeated, in a tone of perfect conviction. “By George! it’s not hard to remember that face! Young women like she don’t grow on every bush. That’s her, sure!” “Very well!” Cynthia said. “Now go down the hall to a passage which turns to your right. Keep straight along till you reach the servants’ di- vision. Say Miss Lennox sent you down to dinner.” He started off obediently, nothing loth at the prospect of a comfortable meal. Mr. Bo~ers went forward to the foot of the stairs and intercepted Laurie. She started as he addressed her. “Miss Lisle,” he stammered, “I want to speak to you!” She stood and listened as he con- tinued his embarrassing explanation. Out of his extreme confusion she was beginning at last to elicit the reat state of affairs, when a carriage whirled past the window and drew up before the door. A moment later there came a brisk knock. They drew back a little—the ladies and Mr. Bowers—as a footman flung back the portals to admit Mr. Stack, his fellow official and a policeman. The first-named held a folded paper in his hand. The wide, rugged, raf- tered hall was growing shadowy with declining daylight, as Cynthia Lennox stepped forward to meet them. Mr. Stack deliberately unfolded the document he held. “I am very sorry, Miss- Lennox, to be obliged to resort to extreme meas- ures in this most peculiar case. I have been as lenient as possible. But I have to-day received instructions from my chief in London, in view of the very strong presumptive evidence against the suspected, to have legal authority enlisted on our behalf, and to immediately thereafter formally ar- rest the accused and convey her to Darglott jail. Here is the warrant from a magistrate of your county, au- thorizing the proceeding. It only re- mains for me to do my duty.” It was a weary, horrible rigamarole. “What is all this about?” Lady Car- rington cried, coming slowly down the polished stairs, wan and bloodless as a spectre. But when they had explained it to her she sat down weakly, speaking never a word. “I will go with you!” Laurie Lisle said, quietly, and looking around with blue, unterrified eyes. “I am innocent. I have nothing to fear.” Cynthia Lennox came swiftly for- ward and clasped the girl’s slender hands in her firm hold. confidentlyy me my wraps?” : i And when Cynthia had brought them, in loving, helpless obedience, and wrapped them about her, the girl looked up at her with a bright, sweet smile. “I want to leave you a message,” she said. “If Clive comes, as I know he will, tell him how dearly—how dearly she loves him—the girl he left behind him!” “I wil!” Cynthia said, fervently, and bent and kissed the fair young face. “Ready?” queried Mr. Stack. She bowed assent. He opened the great doors, and flung them wide. Mr. Bowers, stamping up and down in useless agitation, stood and fairly gasped: “One moment!” Laurie was bending over my lady, and holding out her hand in mute fare- well. But even as she stood so, a cry —a wild, fierce cry—cut the silence like a lash: “By heaven, you shall not take her! She is not guilty! Take me! That voice! e Out of the snowy world beyond, across the threshold, into the great peopled hall, a man staggered—a man magnificently statured, splendidly pro- portioned, but gaunt, haggard, poorly clad—a man with a grand, Greek face, olive skinned and flashing eyed. In one hand he swung a gleaming dagger high above his head. There was a second—barely a sec- ond—of intense silence. Then Laurie Lisle leaped forward with a cry which pealed through the old house and out into the dying daylight—a cry ringing, tremulous, passionate. Just one word: “Clive!” (To Be Continued.) 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