The Argosy — page 266: what you’re looking at

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marr ARGOS Y OCTOBER, 1888. foe SIlORY OF CHARLES STRANGE. BY MRS. HENRY WOOD, AUTHOR OF “EAST LYNNE,” —__—->0<-__ CHAPTER XXVIII. RESTITUTION, (Ee had gone on; weeks and weeks; though there is not much to tell of their passing. ‘Things generally remained pretty much as they had been. ‘The Levels were abroad again. Mrs, Brightman on the whole was better, but had occasional relapses ; Annabel spent most of her time at Hastings; and Tom Heriot had not yet been captured. Tom was now at an oa tars village on the coast of Scot- land, passing himself off as a fisherman, owning a small boat and pretending to catch fish. ‘This did not appease our anxiety, which was almost as great as ever; still, it was something to have him away from London. Out of Great Britain he refused to go. Does the reader remember George Coney’s bag of money, that had so strangely disappeared the night of Mr. Brightman’s death ? From that hour to this nothing had been seen or heard of it: but the time for it was now at hand. And what I am about to relate may appear a very common-place ending to a mystery—though, indeed, {ft cannot be said yet that it was the ending. In my capacity of story-teller I could have invented a hundred romantic incidents, and worked them, and the reader, up to a high point of interest; but I can only record the incident as it happened, and its termination was very matter-of-fact. I sat one evening in the front room: a sitting-room now—and I think this has been said before—smoking my after-dinner cigar. The window was open to the summer air, which all day long had been intensely hot. A letter received in the morning from Gloucestershire from Mr. Coney, to which his son had scrawled a postscript: ‘‘ Has that bag turned up yet ?” set me thinking of the loss, and from that I fell to thinking of the other loss of the Clavering will, which had VOL, XLVI. R conniclooolkks (CO)