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86 Edina. Tiger had changed his course. Had turned to follow Frank at a fleet pace, and now came up with him. “Will you tell me, sir, what induced you to assume that I had come here from Trennach? And for what purpose I am ‘spying? ’—and upon _ Whom ?” “There’s no need to tell you,” rejoined Frank. “You know too well already.” “Suppose I tell you I do not know? ” “T hope you don’t: it’s all the same,” returned Frank indifferently, believing he was being played with. “Perhaps you have run up debts at Trennach, and are mistaking me for a sheriff's officer?” proceeded the Tiger, once more gazing stead- fastly at Frank as he spoke. ‘Your cousin, the Major's son, has been taking me for one.” “‘ How on earth did he get to know that?” thought Frank. And it seemed to be so confirmatory a proof of the Tiger's accomplishments in the prying line, that Frank felt as much exasperated as his sweet- tempered nature could allow him to feel. “Your way lies that way, and mine this,” spoke Frank, with a com- manding wave of the hand. ‘Good morning.” The Tiger stood still, looking after his receding footsteps. A very peculiar expression sat on his face, not altogether complimentary to Frank. “A curious lot, these Raynors,” concluded he to himself, as he turned to pursue his own way. It was perhaps rather remarkable that Charles Raynor should also on this same day be brought into speaking contact with the Tiger for the first time. Charley’s troubles were culminating to a point: at least, in- so-far as that he was about to be pressed for one of his debts, though he knew it not. It would come upon Charley something like a shock. Since fear, on the score of the Tiger, had subsided, he had enjoyed a complete immunity from personal annoyance ; and this had lulled his apprehensions to rest ; so that he went about here, there, and every. where, feeling free as air. He had been out in the dog-cart all the morning. Upon going in- doors on his return, by the entrance that was nearest to the stables, he, in passing the butler’s pantry, saw Lamb standing in it. The man made a sudden movement as though he would speak with him, and it arrested Charley. “Do you want me, Lamb ?” he asked, halting to put the question. Lamb dropped his voice to a mysterious whisper, and Charley in- stinctively moved inside, and shut the door behind him. Lamb knew nearly as much about his young master’s embarrassments as he himself knew. “A party has been here this morning who wanted. to see )you, Mr. comicbooks.com —