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Pt eed Y a ep ee Are = aed -* Sad s * ye * ear - » Pog . ov a Gs “2 oie ts : =e aa 4 +." = er eae a od’s here now, and the constable, ity fiend 6” Mr. Benkard’s just out in his pee sporty- 7, Lane.” Lord!” The young man seated avily beside the mason and pulled handkerchief to wipe his brow, which i suddenly grown damp. “ Where was fc ound? Who did it, Geoff? Are you nere’s no mistake about it—that it was ly murder?” e was lyin’ right in front o’ that ch you See just-inside them doors, and : first fo see him this mornin’ ‘after by Cixp and Letty. Dunno who done it unless he could bash the back o’ his . e sad in like a ton o’ brick had fell on 1, it _it was murder, all right.” “ But, who—” < Thi at’s what Doc Hood and Zeke Foster here fo find out, and they’ve sent for | e smart Aleck district attorney’s feller : hel L ’em.”” Geoff filled and lighted his e pla . “Seems to me I heard the Ic 7 ay they was goin’ to question every- body that had anythin’ to do with the fam- a t especially all the folks that was here T > young man set his teeth hard, and hi fe - flushed. ee here myself, to dinner,” he re- arked half-defiantly. “I léft pretty early, ) 19 : I can’t stand that chap Lane. Say, off De here’s Miss Cayley? Have you : a ne! this morning at all? I am anxious “ Seems to me I did see her a little while v 1p Hof the gallery when I cone back i? teed to his room.” Geoff s from his lips and gazed at it “-Tain’t my business, but | that pup 0’ mine 0’ distemper ummer, Mr. Ashe, and little Miss Cay- i ena “ e don’t let any dumb beasts git t wh nen en she’s round. Seems to me when her on the gallery she was havin’ a i with her ma, and I kinder heard the name ‘Lane’ spoke of, fo think 0’ it.” im!” ‘The young man’s hands ute go ss Geoff! 1 ta the p mg te room now? Can w that I’m ene Pe PS : és -ARGOSY-ALLSTORY WEEKLY, down here and I simply must see her? It’s underhanded, I know, but her mother would make all kinds of excuses if I announced myself in the regular way—especially just after—after this has happened, though I'll wager she'll make her receive Lane, fast enough! If I go out out the lawn under her window like some confounded Romeo, her mother might spot me and tell me in short order that my presence wasn’t wel- come now; and I’ve just got to see Miss Cayley! Isn’t there some way that you can let her know?” “* Well,” Geoff knocked the coals from his pipe and carefully stamped out the live em- bers. “I ain’t amin’ to take nothin’ on myself, but I reckon everybody’s kinder forgot old Henry, and seems to me I heard Letty sayin’ somethin’ about there bein’ coffeé on the stove. Mebbe if I was to take a cup up to him theré wouldn’t be no objections, and if it happened that I dropped a piece 0’ paper passin’ down the gallery and my foot should shove it acci- dental ike under a door—” “You're a trump!” Young Mr. Ashe pulled a letter from his pocket and, tearing off the back of the envelope, he scribbled a few words upon it with the blunt stub of a pencil which his companion offered, ‘‘ The next time you want any of the stray ani- mals cured that you pick up, and I can’t do it myself, [ll send for the best vet from town for you. ‘Tell her if I’m not here I’ll be on the lowest step of the terrace facing the beach, where they can’t see me from the house.” The note and pencil changed hands, and Geoff sauntered indoers and to the kitchen, where he helped himself to a cup of coffee and started upstairs. A low murmur of voices came from the library, but he en- countered no one on the gallery above. He accomplished his main mission with clumsy haste, and was rewarded by a startled - exclamation in a girlish tone as his foot thumped against her door before he hurried along to Henry’s room. Every one had indeed forgotten the old butler, who had somewhat recovered his nerve and was almost pathetically grateful for the coffee. To his host of eager ques- tions Geoff replied with his habitual taci- comicbooks.com a Ss a. = x a4 - . a “~»s