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The Mystery of Allan Grale. 179 “Then we can’t tell whether anything I said about it was true?” she observed. Dr. Palmer noticed that she asked no question as to the reasonable- ness or the reverse of the sudden alarm which had seized her. Her agitation had. quickly passed ; but it had left her very pale, with the wrung expression of one who has just passed through some sharp pain or severe shock. “T feel terribly tired,” she said, a few moments later. ‘I don’t Want any supper, papa. I think I'll go straight to bed.” As she kissed him her good-night, he folded her tenderly in his arms, and said: ‘‘ Does my Agnes quite forgive her foolish old father for his silly blundering ? ” “Forgive my father!” she answered. ‘ He has Gane me good and not evil all the days of my life.” The more the Doctor thought over his experiment, the less he could come to any opinion concerning it. He knew well enough that Agnes had had some liking for Edgar Vivian, and under all circumstances, it was not unnatural that he should have come into her mind. But then why had she refused to associate with him the very letter which Edgar strenuously denied having written? The Doctor shook his head hopelessly. When Mr. Grale asked next day, on the return of the papers, “ Did you try your experiment, and did you make anything out of it?” Dr. Palmer replied briefly : “T tried it ; but the results were nothing that would be of the least significance to you.” “ Were they to yourself?” enquired Mr. Grale. “T can scarcely say,” returned the Doctor. ‘“ If anything, they conirmed me in my original belief that the letter asking for the fifty pounds was not written by Edgar Vivian.” “Ah,” returned Mr. Grale, with a shake of the head, “ begging your pardon, Doctor, for the remark, there are none so blind as those who don’t wish to see.” CHAPTER XXXvV. THE MEDIUMSHIP OF MISS BESSIE TEMPEST. WHEN Dr. Palmer received Mrs. Grale’s formal note of request for his company on Saturday afternoon, with that of his daughters, he was inclined to hope that Agnes would decline it. But she said a once that she would go. Mark Acland had accepted an invitation to bring the other walking- stick from Sladford himself, and to stay over the Sunday at Dr. Palmer’s. He arrived with it on Saturday at noon. Charles Carr wanted to see him for a reason of his own: he had completed the new mechanism on which he had been so busy, and GOGO S (SO)