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232 , EXCITEMENT INCREASING. care to repeat the speech you have just made in the presence of others.” , “T would, if necessary, repeat it before the whole world. I would cast it in Raven’s teeth again, as 1 have once already——” Brunnow stopped suddenly. The over-eager expression on his lis- tener’s face struck him, and told him to reflect. He did not finish his sentence, but turned away with a wrathful, impatient movement. “ You were say- ing——” prompted the superintendent. “Nothing—nothing at all,” was the stubborn reply. “JT really do not understand you. If the matter stands as you have put it, you have no reason what- ever to wish to spare the governor.” “J do not wish to spare him,” said Brunnow, sternly. “But I will not turn informer against the man I once named friend. If I had desired to use those weapons against him, 1 could have done so long ago. My shafts would strike more surely, and with deadlier aim, than any in a Winterfeld’s quiver, for mine are steeped in poison—the very reason which.would prevent my using them.” “These are noble sentiments, very noble senti- ments, no doubt, but I think ‘: “Pray do not let us pursue the subject further!” the doctor interrupted. “Why drag these long- forgotten matters before the light of day? Let the buried past rest in its grave.” This sudden diversion was, certainly, not to the superintendent’s taste. He would willingly have’ continued the conversation, but he saw that he should get nothing more out of the prisoner. After all, his main object was achieved. He knew now what he had wished to know; he therefore brought himself, without too violent an effort, to speak of other things, and after chatting a while on ceneral topics, took his leave. Brunnow looked after him uneasily, as he went. “Did he come here merely to ixnduce me to send in a petition, or was I being cross-questioned on Raven’s account? I almost fear so. That police fellow’s eager attention and desire to hear more Eomichooks: co