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O2 Anne Hereford. THE ARCosY. Philip : whereas Philip was here at Easter, and the other was not. No, sir, I believe they were not acquainted before, but my brother can tell you.” “Who 1s this Mr. Heneage ?” ‘Don’t you know? He is the son of the member for Wexborough. Oh, he is of very good family—very. A sad blow it will be for them, if things turn out as black as they look. Will he get clear off, think you P” “You may depend upon it, he would not have got off far, but for this confounded fog that has come on,” warmly replied the police-officer. ‘We shall have him to-morrow, no doubt.” “‘T never hardly saw such a fog at this time of year,” observed Mr. Barley. ‘‘I couldn't see a yard before me as I came along. Upon my word, it almost seems as if 1t had come on on purpose to screen him.” “Was he a pleasant man, this Heneage ?” “One of the nicest fellows you ever met, sir,” was Mr. Barley’s im- pulsive reply. ‘The last week or two Edwin seems to have taken some spite against him; I don’t know what was up between them, for my part: but I liked Heneage, what I saw of him, and thought him an uncommon good fellow. Mrs. Edwin Barley has known him a long - while; my brother only recently. They all met in London last spring.” ‘‘Heneage derives no benefit in any way, by property or otherwise, from his death?” observed the policeman, speaking half as a question, half as a soliloquy. “Tt’s not likely, sir. The only person to benefit is my brother. He comes in for the estate.” The officer raised his eyes. ‘“‘ Your brother comes in for young King’s fortune, Mr. Barley ?” “Yes, he does. And I’ll be bound he never gave a thought to the inheriting of it. How should he, from a young and hearty lad like Philip? Edwin has croaked over Philip’s health of late, said he was consumptive, and geing the way of his brother Reginald; but I saw nothing amiss with Philip.” ‘““May I ask why you don’t inherit, Mr. Barley, being the eldest brother ?” ‘* He was no blood relation to me. My father married twice ; I was the son of the first wife; Edwin of the second; and Philip King’s father and Edwin’s mother were cousins. Philip had no male relative living but my brother, therefore he comes in for all.” Mrs. Edwin Barley appeared at the door, and paused there, as if listening to the conclusion of the last sentence. Mr. Barley turned and saw her, and she came forward. She had twisted up her damp hair, and thrown on a shawl of white China crape. Her eyes were brilliant, her cheeks carmine—beautiful she looked altogether. comicaooks GO)