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APPREHENSIONS (oO “The name of Lady Everton was breathed in my ears,’’ rejoined the baronet. “Ah! this is awkward,’ said Petersfield. ‘“‘ But what did you do? What have you done? ”’ “What could I do? I did not then know where Elizabeth was, nor did I know that she and Mrs. Chandos were one and the same. I thought of doing a thousand.things, of hunting her out, of locking her up in a madhouse, if I found her, or even of making away with her if necessary.”’ “Sir John Marston!” exclaimed Petersfield, becoming white as a sheet. “Ah! you may affect horror, my lord,’ resumed the baronet, “‘ but I was prepared for anything desperate. Yet where was I to search for her? All I knew was that she had recently been to Robson — that’s my attorney, you know — to receive some money | allow her. So I wrote to Robson to ask if he knew where she lived. His reply was that he did not even know whether she was in London. So I re- mained fretting and fidgeting and chafing at Dover, not knowing what on earth to do. At last, as I tell you, the Dover paper of some weeks back, containing the account of that business, fell into my hands; then I saw at once that Elizabeth was the female highwayman who stopped Marlow and Malton, and that she lived somewhere near Edmonton. So I came up to London to-day, and have only just arrived. My first visit is paid to you, that we may consult together.” “ Do you happen to have the Dover paper about you? ”’ asked Petersfield, ‘‘ for I know no more of Marlow’s adven- ture than what he told me at the time.”’ “ Yes, here it is,” returned Sir John Marston, producing the journal. Lord Petersfield took it and commenced reading at the column indicated by the baronet, but as he continued the perusal, his features began to express a growing amazement, and suddenly rapping his clenched hand upon the table, he ejaculated, “‘ Then, by Heaven, it was she! ” “ What do you mean? ”’ asked the baronet, hastily. “I mean that Elizabeth has been here, that she has paid _ a visit to this house,’ responded Lord Petersfield, in con- sternation. ‘I never could fancy what the meaning of that strange creature’s intrusion could be. I set her down as CONNIEOOOKS (F(©)