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246 The Mysteries of Heron Dyke. such an idea originated, or what the mysterious something might be, people did not care to ask: and if they did there was nobody to answer. Facts that are only half known, or that are wildly guessed at, have always more fascination for ordinary minds than uncompro- mising truths that stand boldly out in the light of day, and which anyone can examine for themselves. The Nullingtonians seized on the rumour with avidity, and one may be sure that it suffered nothing from loss or diminution in its transit from mouth to mouth. It was not.long in reaching the ears of Nixon, the agent whom Mr. Plackett had formerly employed to report to him respecting the state of Mr. Denison’s health, and the general progress of matters at the Hall. Nixon had been away from Nullington for a time, possibly prosecuting enquiries elsewhere, and these rumours greeted him on his return. Putting aside any pecuniary benefit he might gain, Nixon was naturally a man of prying and inquisitive disposition ; nothing pleased him better than worming out the secrets of other people. He went about the town asking guarded questions of this person and the other, trying to put the various fragments of gossip together and trace them to their fountain-head. Altogether, he contrived to make out something like a coherent whole: upon which he favoured the London firm, Messrs. Plackett, Plackett and Rex, with a long and confidential letter. | The letter brought down Mr. Charles Plackett, Nixon meeting him by appointment at the railway station. The two had some private conversation together. ‘“What we cannot understand in your report is this one item,” observed Mr. Charles Plackett: ‘‘that Miss Winter herself suspects some fraud has been at work, and is as anxious to have matters investigated as we could be.” ei 9 ‘‘T assure you, sir, I believe it to be so,” affirmed Nixon, ‘ My information on this point came from a sure source.” ‘‘ Well, I intend to go to see her,” said Mr. Charles Plackett. Nixon opened his eyes. ‘‘ To go to see her, sir! What, at Heron Dyke ?” | “Yes. Why not? It is the only step I can take: and, whether it brings forth fruit or not, I shall_at any rate see how the land lies with regard to herself. If she is, as you think, anxious for the investigation, she is a good and honourable young lady ; that’s all I can say.” Mr. Charles Plackett took a fly and drove over to Heron Dyke. He sent in his card to Miss Winter, and was at once admitted. Ella was alone. Maria Kettle had returned to the Vicarage, and Mrs. Toynbee was not yet back from London. Ella knew that the Placketts were Mr. Denison’s solicitors, and she supposed this gentle- — man had come to bring her some message from him. That idea however, was at once dispelled. ‘‘T am come here this morning, Miss Winter, upon rather a Gomicbooks