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248 The Mysteries of Heron Dyke. Charles Plackett mused. ‘‘ No, of course not; there was not much you could do,” he remarked, apparently speaking to himself. ‘‘An individual, whom I will not name, warned me that Heron Dyke was not legally mine,” resumed Miss Winter. ‘I was startled, as you may suppose; but I could elicit nothing further. Nothing but what I tell you—that I held Heron Dyke by fraud.” ** Dear me !” ‘IT did not know whether to believe it, or not; I do not know now. I carried the tale to Mr. Daventry, and I spoke also to my uncle’s old friend, the Vicar of Nullington. Neither of them attached the smallest credibility to the charge; they almost ridiculed it. Mr. Daventry says that nothing whatever could deprive me of Heron Dyke, save my uncle’s not having lived to see his seventieth birthday. And several persons saw him and conversed with him subsequent to that date.” ‘TI did, for one,” remarked Mr. Charles Plackett. ‘‘ Well, I don’t see that there’s much to be done. You say you will not give up the name of the individual who - “No,” she interrupted. ‘‘ And if I did give it, the end would not be answered. He—he—is no longer here; he could not be questioned. “ “It is one of the most puzzling questions I ever had to do with, madam. Heron Dyke is a fine property. You would not like to give it up.” ‘*T would give it up to-day if I were sure it were Mr. Denison’s. I wish I was sure—one way or the other. If it is not mine it must be his, and he would have every right to it. Does he know of this doubt ?” ’ ‘<Not a word.” ‘‘T met him a short while ago, when I was in London. He came to my aunt’s, Mrs. Carlyon. I took a great fancy to him.” | Mr. Charles Plackett smiled. ‘And he took a fancy to a certain’ young lady—if I may say as much, He called at our office the next day, before returning to Nunham Priors. What do you think he said, Miss Winter?—that he did not so much regret the loss of Heron Dyke now, when he saw what charming hands held it.” Ella rather shrank from the compliment. ‘I and my interests - are as nothing, Mr. Plackett, in comparison with arriving at the truth. If fraud and deception have been at work, it is to the advantage of everyone that they should be exposed and frustrated.” Mr. Plackett gazed on her glowing face admiringly. “ If everyone thought and acted like you, my dear young lady,” he said, “I am afraid that the occupation of us poor lawyers would soon become a thing of the past.” _ “That would be a catastrophe indeed,” responded Ella, with a laugh. -A little more conversation ensued. One word leading to another, Gomicbooks*¢