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182 The Mysteries of Heron Dyke. talked with ; talked with face to face. Webb the lawyer saw him and spoke with him about his will. Those other lawyers, men from London, had an interview with him. He was seen by no end of people, musicians and others, on his birthday night. In the face of these facts, how is it possible—pardon me the remark, Miss Winter —for you to give ear for a moment to so absurd a rumour ?” She sat in thought, not answering. ‘Where was the deception—where the fraud?” he resumed, Indeed, where was the necessity for employing any? ‘The great object of Mr. Denison’s life was attained. He had outlived his seventieth birthday and the property was his own to will away. Fraud! It is an assertion that brings with it its own contradiction.” There was nothing more to be said; nothing more, evidently, to be learned from Dr. Jago: and with civil adieux on both sides the ladies took their departure, the Doctor attending them to the pony carriage and handing them into it. At that moment Dr. Spreckley passed on horseback ; he stared profoundly, as much as to say What on earth do you do at that man’s house P—and he almost forgot to salute them. Miss Winter sat in deep thought as they drove away. That Dr. Jago had displayed nervousness, not to say agitation, when spoken to, she had not failed to observe; it had tended to deepen her con- viction that something was hidden which it was intended that she, of all people in the world, should never know. And although his asser- tions afterwards had seemed perfectly reasonable and convincing, she could not get rid of an uneasy suspicion that the Doctor, meta- phorically speaking, had been throwing dust in her eyes. Any way, she was as far off as ever, if not farther, from arriving at the truth. ‘What do you think of Dr. Jago?” she abruptly asked Maria. “T don’t like him at all, Ella. His words are plausible enough, indeed too plausible, but he seems thoroughly insincere. He isa man whom I should always mistrust. Have you questioned your servants ?” “Only old Aaron. And I can get nothing from him. His reason-_ ing is in substance the same as Dr. Jago’s. Maria, I feel suze that some trickery was at work.” **T should ask the maids, Phemie and Eliza, whether they noticed anything strange. They must have been about the house much during all the time.” “T think I will. It has crossed my mind to do so, but I feared they would only make my questions into a source of gossip.” Miss Kettle paused. , “ Tell me exactly what it is you suspect.” “I do not know what to suspect ; except that I have a strong idea of some unfair play having been enacted. There lies my difficulty. But that it seems so impossible, and so dreadful an idea besides, I might say that my uncle did wof live to see his birthday.” Maria shivered slightly. ‘‘Oh, Ella!” Gomicdooks (e(0) m