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foe ARGOS Y. NOVEMBER, 1884. — qq ii. mes «6 WHITE. WITCH. CHAPTER XXXI. LADY DAVENANT, N the day following that on which Godfrey Mayne had been trying to track out Miss Dixon’s hiding-place, he was so thoroughly used up by premature exertion that his attempt to get up failed, and he spent the morning in bed, full of inward torment. He could not fathom the actions of the detective, Cattermole—or Grey, as he was now calling himself, and the striving to do so drove him distracted. What hold could the man have upon her that she ~ should go out to meet him in Hyde Park at night >—as some poor young shopwoman, at liberty only when the day’s toil was over, might go to meet and walk with her sweetheart! Could it be that Catter- mole’s course of action arose out of his legal work as a detective of the police force, or was he a designing, crafty villain, striving to decoy Mary into a false marriage, to secure her money and accomplish his ewn wicked ends? Godfrey regretted now that he had not ques- tioned Mrs. Grey about her husband’s relations with Scotland Yard ; he had thought of it at the time, but had deemed it more prudent to hold his tongue. Dunning had a sharp lecture in store for him on the subject of imprudence, but he was too restless for her to enter upon it then. Towards midday he got up and wrote the following letter: but in so shaky a hand that some of the words were unreadable. “My DEAR Mary,—I saw you last night in Hyde Park, but I could not speak to you. I must see you; it is necessary for your own sake. If you do not let me see you, I shall go mad. Iam in torture about you. Only let me see you once more and I will - undertake never to ask it again without your free permission. You know that I only wish to help you; and help you need. You are, I fear, in the power of a fiend—the person I saw you with. Why VOL, XXXVIIL Y Gomichoo (E©) m