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178 Lhe Mysteries of Heron Dyke. all the efforts of the police resulted in no fresh discoveries. People had talked and wondered till there was nothing left to talk and wonder about. Fresh topics and other interests began to claim their attention. ‘The newspapers had ceased to comment on the case, and there seemed every probability of its adding one more to the long list of undiscovered crimes. One day Mrs. Toynbee, who had been shopping in the town, brought home a piece of news. Someone had told her that Dr. Jago was about to leave Nullington, the reason for his departure being that he had bought a more lucrative practice elsewhere. This set Ella thinking. Would it not be well, she asked herself, to see this medical man before he went away, and try whether she could not elicit from him something of that which she wanted to know? He had attended her uncle to the last; he must be acquainted with all that took place inside Heron Dyke during the time she was away; if any fraud had been at work it could hardly have been kept a secret from him. She disliked Dr. Jago, but 1t seemed to her that she ought not to let him go away without seeking an interview with him, Next morning she finally made up her mind ; so the pony chaise was ordered round and she was driven into Nullington. Calling at the Vicarage on her way, she took Miss Kettle into her confidence. ‘Am I doing right, Maria, think you ?” “Yes, I think you are.” ‘Then you must accompany me. You have no objection?” ‘“* Not the least in the world.” Dr. Jago was at home; and the young ladies, leaving the carriage with the groom, were shown into his consulting-room. Turning round from a case he was packing, the doctor changed colour, as if from annoyance, when he saw his visitors. The transitory expression passed, however ; he greeted them civilly, apologising for the disorder of the place, and invited them to sit. ‘“‘T hear that you are about to quit Nullington, Dr. Jago,” began Miss Winter, as she took the chair he placed. “True, madam,” he replied. ‘‘I have purchased a more lucrative practice in London. What can I have the honour of doing for you ?” ‘“‘T have called to ask you a few questions, Dr. Jago. I hope you will be able to answer them.” The doctor bowed. ‘‘T was abroad, as you are aware, at the time my uncle died,” she began, “but you saw him, I believe, in your medical capacity, up to the day of his death ?” “Ves,” he replied. ‘‘I saw Mr. Denison daily; and I was with him when he died.” | ‘The end, when it did come, was very sudden.” “ Both sudden and unexpected,” returned the Doctor. ‘I was utterly taken by surprise. I knew, of course, that Mr. Denison’s Gomicbooks.co