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LS2 The Mystery of Allan Grale. ‘They were the master’s orders to me; sir, and I can only carry them out,” repeated the little man deprecatingly, seeing the wrath in Dr. Palmer’s face. ‘This is much too bad!” cried the Doctor. ‘‘ He has no right to so away like this!” Sir,” pleaded Mr. Wilton, “it’s a matter of business in Man- chester that may be worth thousands to him.” “Are Charles Carr’s feelings and fair fame of no moment?” asked Dr. Palmer. ‘To go away like this, after raising this mysterious and eroundless accusation against this young man, is a most cruel 7 “No accusation has been made yet,” interrupted Mr. Wilton, “he said there would be time enough for that when he came home.” “Time enough!” echoed the angry Doctor. ‘Too much time! What are your important telegrams and your thousands of pounds compared with human hearts and human health!” “Mr. Grale has to look after his own interests,” urged the bewildered Wilton. ‘* A man of business, sir, must attend to his business.” “And when, pray, will Mr. Grale return ?” “We don’t know,” coldly answered Wilton. ‘“ He'll stay till his business is done, and then come back quite suddenly. That’s his way.” “Well, Wilton,” said the Doctor, ‘pardon me for speaking so sharply, but the sharpness isn’t for you, remember ; it is for Mr. Grale. He must suspect and accuse as he chooses, but let him take heed that he may be doing it at his peril.” ‘“T don’t want to defend the master’s ways of doing things,” said the old clerk. ‘And I’ve no doubts about Mr. Carr myself. But the master has grounds for his suspicions, there’s no denying that, and it is small wonder if he entertains them. I had to agree with Mr. Grale that what he told me in confidence looked bad—but I also said it might admit of explanation.” . And what did he tell you in confidence ?” chafed Dr. Palmer. “Well, sir, I can tell you in confidence the same thing,” said poor old Wilton, who was a man of peace and did not like strife. ‘It was the zame of the man, seeing it where he did, that upset Mr. Grale; ‘Mark Bedell.’ Did you ever hear it ?” Dr. Palmer stared at him for a second and then smiled. “Oh, yes, I know all about him, Wilton,” he answered. This time it was Wilton’s turn to stare. “If you can lay your hands on him,” he said with a significant pause, ‘why then some of the difficulty would be over.” — ‘“‘T can’t do that,” said Dr. Palmer. ‘The man is a myth; he never existed except in name.” ‘A man must be pretty real, and pretty much alive, too, before he can draw bills and cheques,” said Mr. Wilton solemnly. ‘¢ Oh—” ejaculated the Doctor, now completely at sea. ‘That’s it, sir: Mark Bedell, or a man using his name, is the person CONMMELOOKXE (E(0)