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4 The Mystery of Allan Grale. to meet you at the Black Pool,” pursued the Doctor. “ His father wants to know whether he kept that appointment ? ” ‘“No, he did not,” Edgar replied, quite readily. ‘ How did Mr. Grale know about that invitation?” he asked in return. “ Did Allan tell him.” ‘I believe your note was found in Allan’s bedroom by his father after he had gone away. And so Allan did not keep that appointment ?” ‘* No—nor did he answer the note,” said Edgar. ‘I have wondered once or twice since whether it was possible he never got it.” ‘‘Oh, he must have got it,” remarked the Doctor; ‘but I think it was just about then that he went away. Mr. Grale wants very much to hear what you can tell him about his son. Did Allan tell you that his father would not answer the note you sent to him? At least, would not accede to its request.” ‘“What note?” asked Edgar. “The note you wrote to Mr. Grale.” ‘‘T never wrote to Mr. Grale in my life—that I remember.” The Doctor hesitated. ‘I think you did,” he said, wondering whether the young man could have suddenly developed into bold un- truthfulness. Possibly by accident or mistake, Edgar had addressed this letter, both within and without, to “ Mr. Grale,” so that the father had become possessed of what had been intended for the son. ‘Did you happen to write any other note to Allan about that time, just before the one asking him to meet you at the Black Pool?” he enquired. Edgar did not even pause for 2 moment’s reflection. He answered readily. ‘No, I am quite sure I did not. [was not in any habit of writing notes to young Grale. I am not so intimate with him as George 1s.” “‘ Edgar,” said the Doctor, “you must forgive me for pressing these questions, and you must answer them quite seriously. Grave matters may be at stake ; we can scarcely imagine how grave.” He paused there, to give his words due emphasis. Did Edgar’s face grow paler, or was it only that at that moment they passed into the shadow of the pines ? ‘T must ask you, did you ever borrow money from the Grales?” continued Dr. Palmer. ‘“ Tell me the very worst truth, at once, my boy.” 7 here could be no mistake about Edgar's paleness now. “TI did,” he rather sharply said. “I borrowed fifty pounds from Allan.” ‘When was that?” asked Dr. Palmer, with a sinking of the heart, for he had hoped, though he could hardly tell how, to hear something different from this. ‘“ Allan Grale brought the money to me on the very day of my uncle’s attack.” ‘And did you ever have any other monetary transactions with him 2” comniclooo ks (C(O)