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220 THE COURT OF LONDON now alarmed him, but consigning the notes to his pocket. ‘Here is the name,” and he wrote it down upon a piece of paper. ‘“ Now, one word more,’’ said Jocelyn. “Stop! ’’? exclaimed Maravelli, as something struck him. “ Without compromising me in the least, you might ascertain all the particulars of this little episode relating to Miss Emma Owen. The night-commissary must have duly made an entry thereof in the police book, which you ean inspect for a frane. The whole series of adventures happened about three weeks ago.”’ “Thanks for this additional information,” said Jocelyn. ‘“ And now the one word more that I alluded to. Where, in case of need, can I find these men, Kobolt and his companions, of whom you have been speaking? ”’ ‘“ Tf any time after dark you walk on the shores of the lake, near the old jetty, you will be pretty sure to encounter three ill-looking fellows; or if you particularly wish to see them in a more private manner, I can tell you the tavern which they are in the habit of frequenting.”’ At this moment a knock was heard at the room door, and Mavolta entered with the announcement that the doctor’s presence was immediately required at a hotel much tre- quented by foreign visitors, especially the Englsh. He thereupon sallied forth, and Jocelyn proceeded to his own chamber, where he sat down to pen a letter to his Louisa, and also to reflect upon the course which he should now pursue in consequence of the many important revelations he had just received from Doctor Maravelli. In this manner he whiled away the time till midday, ) when he repaired to the drawing-room, Mrs. Roberts having | given him to understand on the preceding night that she would be there at that hour. Nor did she now fail to keep the appointment, and he accordingly found her seated upon the sofa in that apartment. A dead pallor sat upon the olive hue of her skin, making her seem as if she had recently been very ill. She also looked languid and weak, and it was but too evident that she had sustained a severe shock from the immersion in the water and the excitement she had undergone, in her delicate situation, on the preceding evening. She endeav- oured, however, to smile cheerfully as she gave our hero GOmMmicbooks (E(0)