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Comite Torr. - he would. Pass his brother off to the world for dead, and put ual 7 into his house and keep him there in concealment! No. Nobody of common sense would believe it.” Tod set on again, giving our experience of the past night, earnestly ‘protesting that he had recognised Frank’s voice, and heard the words it said—‘ Help! Frank Radcliffe!’ He added that Annet Rad- cliffe, Frank’s widow—or wife, whichever it might turn out to be—had been listening to the cries for days past and knew them for her hus- band’s : only she, poor daft woman, took them to come from his ghost. Mr. Brandon sipped his tea and listened. Duffham followed on: saying that when he heard the cries on Saturday night, in passing the Torr on his way from the Court, he could then almost have staked his existence upon their being human cries, proceeding from some human, living being in distress, but for the apparent impossibility of such a thing. And I could see that an impression was at length made on Mr. Brandon. ‘“If Stephen Radcliffe has done so infamous an act, he must be more cruel, more daring than man ever was yet,” remarked he, in answer. ‘‘ But I must be more satisfied of it before I sign the warrant you ask for.” Well, there we sat, Mnsleoesini at him. ‘That is, ¢#ey did. Silos | my guardian, I did not presume to put in a word edgeways, so far as pressing him to act went. In all that he thought right, and in spite of his quiet manner and his squeaky voice, old Brandon was a firm man, not to be turned by argument. ‘But won’t you grant this warrant, sir?” appealed Tod for the: tenth time. ‘‘T have told you, no,” he replied. ‘I will not at the present stage of the affair. In any case, I should not grant it without consulting your father . ‘‘He is so hot-headed,” burst in Tod. ‘“ He’d be as likely as not to go off knocking at the Torr door without his hat, demanding Frank Radcliffe.” : “Mr. Todhetley was Frank Radcliffe’s trustee, and he is your father, young man; I do not stir a step in this matter without consult- ing him,” returned old Brandon, coolly persistent. Well, there was nothing for it now-but to go back home and consult the Pater. It seemed like a regular damper—and we were hot and tired besides. Tod in his enthusiasm had pictured us storming the Torr at mid-day, armed with the necessary authority, and getting out Frank at once. Mr. Brandon ordered his waggonette—-a conveyance he did not like, and scarcely ever used himself, leaving it to the servants for their errands —and we all drove back to Dyke Manor, himself included. To describe the astonishment of the Pater when the disclosure was made to him Gomicbooks. co nm