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The Mystery of Allan Grale. 187 with her finger on the atmosphere. “E DG Then there are two V’s in the other name you know who that is ?” Agnes’s face was white and still as marble. George Vivian spoke. “Yes; that is my younger brother,” he said. He was evidently surprised. ‘“My son Allan’s latest confidant,” said Mr. Grale. ‘There was not much in the words, but there was a great deal in the tone; and George, who (wrapt in his own affairs and in his attendance on the General) was profoundly ignorant of what had been going on around him for some months past, looked at his old neighbour in surprise. “The influence is passing!” exclaimed Mr. Tempest. “ But it , yes, Edgar. Viv—Vivian. Do has been an unusually protracted sitting, and I think I may say suc- | cessful—yes, successful, though most painful.” ‘Poor Mrs. Grale,” sighed Lady Laura. ‘“ Dear Bessie,” she added, kissing the medium, who was now looking around as if half awake and bewildered, ‘‘ you have told us wonderful things. Wewere so afraid, for you grew agitated in speaking words that seemed to in- timate this poor young gentleman is lying in some terrible dark water.” “The Black Pool,” spoke Mr. Grale, harshly. “Oh, I never said so, did I?” asked the medium, in apparent alarm. ‘‘ Oh, but you must remember that you may have misunder- stood me! Did I speak in figures, pa, as you say I generally do?” “Yes, my dear, you did,” answered pompous Mr. Tempest. Everybody had pushed back their chairs with a certain sense of relief. The doors had been set open, and the servants were coming in with wine and sundry light refreshments ordered to be in readiness. There was James, who had known too much from the beginning, and there was Susan as ready to hear as to speak. ‘Where is Mrs. Grale ?” asked the medium. ‘ She had to go away,” said Lady Laura. ‘‘ It was too much for her.” “Oh, Iam so sorry!” lamented Miss Tempest. ‘‘ Did the control say anything very sad ?” “It gave the word ‘ foul play,’” said Mr. Grale, in the same ominous tone. ‘“Do you know of any water answering the description given by the control?” asked Mr. Tempest. “Yes,” answered Mr. Grale. ‘“‘ The Black Pool; a place near here.” ‘““Would you care to have it dragged?” enquired Mr. Tempest. ‘“‘ It might be a singular testimony,” he added, only half aloud. | “It is very deep,” replied Mr. Grale. “But it might be done— money would do it.” ‘Ah, you rich people, who can dare to say this shall be done, and that shall be done,” sighed Lady Laura. ‘Was it not singular that your brother’s name should be introduced, Mr. George?” whispered Mary Anne Grale, aside. She had felt her- self rather overlooked during the sitting, but she firmly believed she Conniclooolkks (CO)