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yan. 1, 168. Anne Hereford. 93 The officer questioned her as to the cause of the quarrel which she — had been present at, but she would give him no satisfactory answer. She “ could not remember ;” ‘‘ Philip King was in the wrong, she knew that ;” “the officer must excuse her talking, for her head ached, and her brain felt confused.” Such was the substance—all, in fact, that he could get from her. He bowed and withdrew, and Mr. Barley followed him down stairs, Selina bolting the door after them. ‘‘Now, Anne, I must have a little conversation with you,” she said. And she proceeded to question me of what had occurred after I left her at the summer-house. I told her; and had got to where Philip King was shot, when she interrupted. * Good heavens, child! You saw him shot ?” “T heard the noise, and saw him fall. It seemed to come from the spot where he had been gazing.” “ Did you see who did it ?” she asked, scarcely above her breath. No.” ‘‘Then you saw no one in the wood but Philip King ?” ‘‘T saw Mr. Edwin Barley. He was near the spot from whence the shot seemed to come, looking through the trees and standing still, as if he wondered what could be amiss. For, oh, Selina! Philip King’s scream was dreadful, and must have been heard a long way.” My aunt caught hold of my arm in a sort of fnght. ‘Anne! what do you say? You saw Edwin Barley at that spot! Not Mr. Heneage ?” “T did not see Mr. Heneage at all then. I saw only Mr. Edwin Barley. He came up to Philip King, asking what was the matter.” ‘Had he his gun with him—Edwin Barley ?” “Yes, he was carrying it.” She dropped my arm, and sat quite still, shrinking as if some blow had struck her. Two or three minutes passed before she spoke again. “Goon, Anne. What next? Tell me all that passed, for I suppose you heard.” And I related what I knew, word for word. ‘Vou have not told me all, Anne.” “Ves, I have.” “Did not Philip King say that Mr. Heneage had raised his gun, aimed at him, and fired P—that he saw him do it?” “He did not, aunt. He only said what I have told you.” “Lie the first!” she exclaimed, lifting her hand and letting it fall passionately. ‘“‘ Then you never saw Mr. Heneage ?” “ T saw him later.” And I went on to tell her of the’ meeting him through my taking the wrong turning. I told her all: how he looked like one in mortal fright; what he said; and of my asking him whe- ther he had done it. ‘‘ Well?” she feverishly interrupted. ‘ Well ?” ‘“‘He quite denied it,” I answered, repeating to her exactly the words Mr. Heneage had said. comicaooks GO)