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328 Lhe Mysteries of Heron Dyke. baize doors put up to keep out the household !—what does it mean ? Are they treating him to a course of slow poisons ? Upon my word, if it were not that the object is to keep the Squire in life, I should think there was a conspiracy to send him out of it, and that they don’t want to be watched at their work. But it is a strange thing that he yet lives.” That was, to Dr. Spreckley, the strangest thing of all. Morning after morning, as it arose, did he expect to hear the news of the Squire’s death ; but winter wore on, and the old year died out, and still the tidings came not. Dr. Spreckley marvelled more and more; but he said nothing to anybody. CHAPTER XIV. DR. DOWNES’ SNUFF-BOX. THAT winter in Norfolk was an exceptionally severe one. Lady Cleeve, whose health had been waning for some time past, felt the cold more severely than she had ever done before, and was rarely out of her own home. ‘Trusting her son so thoroughly, the twelve hundred pounds had now been transferred to him, as promised, and stood in his name in the books of Nullington Bank. And to Philip life seemed to have become well worth living. The fact that he could draw cheques now on his own account—ay, and find them duly honoured—was a new and delightful item in his experience. His sunny, debonair face might be seen everywhere with a smile upon it: he had a kind look for this neighbour, meeting him in the street: a pleasant word for that one. He carried fascination with him; and, whatever might be his faults, it was impossible to help liking Philip Cleeve. ‘‘A thousand pounds will be quite enough for Tiplady,” he de- cided, after some mental debate, carried on at intervals. ‘‘If the old fellow lets me join him at all, he’ll take me for that: money’s nothing to him.” This, you perceive, would leave Mr. Philip two hundred pounds to play with : a very desirable acquisition. But the partnership ques- tion remained as yet in abeyance. Mr. Tiplady was very much engaged with some troublesome private affairs of his own at this period, was often from home; and for the time being seemed to have forgotten his talk with Lady Cleeve about the partnership. Philip was particularly careful not to refresh his memory. His mother felt anxious now and then that no progress was being made: she spoke to Philip about it, only to have her fears pooh-poohed, and be — put off in that young gentleman's laughing, easy-going style. “A month or two more or less cannot make any possible difference, _ mother,” he said one day. ‘‘ Besides, I don’t think it would be wise to bother Tiplady just now. It will be time enough to speak when he has got through his law-suit with Jarvis.” COMMIECMOOOKS EOL 9)