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212 THE LAST OF THE SIREN. tor, as he covered the face, once so beautiful, but now dis- torted by the agonies of death. “Terrible! terrible!’’ Edgar Alston whispered. ‘‘Come, father. This is no place for you.’’ He led the old man to another room, while Hawley and the policeman searched the house. In one of the upper rooms there were evidences of com- plete preparations for disguise and flight, but no clew to the movements of Roseberry and Palmer. ‘‘It is pretty sure, sir,’’ the policeman said, ‘‘that it was the woman’s intention to murder old Mr. Alston to-night and leave his body here.”’ ! They stumbled against another door in the passage, and as it was locked, the officer kicked it open. Here a terrible sight was revealed. Mitford Palmer, who had so cleverly personated Lord St. Leonards, lay stiff and stark in death. A white wig and spectacles had been tossed into one cor- ner of the room, but he was wearing clerical attire. An examination showed a small bullet-hole in his left breast. There was little blood upon his clothing, and he had evi- dently been taken by surprise, for there were no evidences of a struggle. ‘That woman again!’’ the policeman suggested. ‘‘Or the man she favored,’’ Hawley said. ‘‘They had reason to be jealous of each other, and this man was in the way of both. The truth may never be known, unless Roseberry is captured. ’’ By this time several other policemen had arrived, and the house and Lucy Roseberry were left to their care. From the girl nothing could be elicited but passionate sobs, and after being held for examination for two weeks, (Eo) Eomicboo S