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2 esata endale had made to me, she adjured me in the most wlemn manner to tell her the truth— whether I had really rejected them? Then how suddenly eatisied and even pleased uid she seem when I gavo her a positive answer |” “Tt is strange—moet strange,” said the Marquis of Eagledean, in a musing tone, “No conjecture ean possibly penetrate that woumn’s meaning, or fathom the mystery. But still those visits which she paid to Baxondale House—for there can be no mistake as to the identity of the woman whom Frank saw, with that of the woman of whom you are epeaking,—those visite, I say, would scem to show that she has some intimate knowledge of Lady Sazondale’s affairs; and hence: her perssver- ance in questioning you. Yes, William—there is evidently some profound and important seeret which your poor father vainly endesvoured to reveal on his very far distant now; and then we shall see whether } the weman will keep the appointment. .I have promised to be with you at the time, my dear -William—and I shell not fail. But here we are at the epot where I bade the conehman halt.” CHAPTER XCV., TEE GHARRE. Tun carriage had. stopped in the same plece where the Marquis of Kagiedean and William Deveril bad alighted on the former occasion of their visit to bodiss—say-nothing-to-nobody kind 0: folks; and as long as we can earn our honest crustesses for tea, dinner, and break{fustesses, we don’t grumble. We pays the Queen's taxes as regular as clock-work : but we don’t pay no water-rates, cos why there's no water laid on the place. The canal, you se*, cir, is so precious handy.” “Very handy, indeed,” said the Marquis drily: then, as a sudden reminiscence flashed to his mind, sending a cold shudder through his entire form at the same time, he observed, “By the bye, that dreadful murder which was committed close by here —in the barge, I mean,—hes any elue been ever dissovered to the perpetrator of the deed P” “ Never, air, that I’ve heerd of,” replied Solomra Patch, without the slightest change of countenance ; Agar Town; and the coachman being ordered to | Lady wait their return, they proceeds towards Solomon Pateh's boozing-ken. On Ghat establishment, the on crossing the. threshold, the visitors percsived sounds of mirth man, with a significant look at Solomon Pato. “Yes, he be, sir,” Ce ee “Me Cees who is a genelmen of the greatest punctuality, ead never keeps nobody waiting. for nothing whateum- dever, will show the light of his blessed countenance én less than five minutes.” “You eepm to have s great deal of custom here,” — Lord Eagledean, peresiving that the - landlord lingered in the room, and not choosing to be uneivil to him. “Well, sir, me and my missus is plain simple the entrance of jet “have got ears as sherp as their eyes; and I do Believe they can seo through a brick wall. I wouldn't for the world have them know what you've come here about: they would fasten themselves apon me “Cou why Tdidn's Know another erib whore two could meet a chap like me without excit- ing unpleasant notice. Besides, I ive bere——” “Ah! you live here?” said the Marquis. “Why yos—I've got a room of my own,” ob+ served Chiffin ; “and «a very tidy ating epartment it is too. But come, before we go any is it all right about the dlantP” “If you mean the money,” rejoined the Marquis, “TI have enough about me to satisfy your demand. Have you not already had proofs of my iborality Depend upon it, I will give you @ fair price for your letters.” ar cD <BE MYSTERIES OF THR COURT. (GO) iC C) DOO CS (COL