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fl '3 death." The baronet and 'I were both upon our feet. "Doyou know how he died?” “No, sir, I don't know that" “What then?” "I know why he was at the gate at that hour. It was to meet a woman.” “To meet a. woman! He?” “Yes, sir." “And the woman‘s name?” “I can’t give you the name. sir, but I can give you the initials. Her iniâ€" tials were L. L.” “How do you know this, Barry- ‘36!- then came back: u nun-u.- vâ€"â€"â€" “You've been so kind to us, sir, that I should like to do the best I can for you in return. I know something, Sir Henry, and perhaps I should have Sald it before, but it was long after the in- quest that I found it out. I’ve never breathed a word about ‘it yet to mortal WIV- “Well, Sir Henry, your uncle had a letter that morning. He had usually a great many letters, for he was a. public man and well known for his kind heart. so that everyone who was in trouble was glad to turn 'to him. But that morning, as it chanced, there was only this one letter, so I took the more more '3” tade the man tqmefl, but “he hesitated ”ulna- “That is true," said Sir Henry. “Well, Barrymoreâ€"4” “God bless you, 311', and 'thank you from my heart! It would have killed my 0001' wife had he been taken C. felony, Watson? But, after what we have heard, I don’t feel as 'if I could a” the man up, so there is an end of All right, Barrymore, you can go.” With a few broken words of grati- “ Alla. guy-vwâ€"w _- with no one but himself to defend it. There's no safety for anyone until he a under lock and key.” “He'll break into no house, sir. I give you my solemn word upon that. But he will never trouble anyone in this country again. I assure you, Sir Henry, that in a very few days the necessary arrangements will have teen made and he will be on his way to South America. For God's sake, sir, I beg of you not to let the police know that he is still on the moor. They live given up the chase there, and he can lie quiet until the ship is ready for him. You can’t tell on him without getting my wife and me ’into trouble. I beg you, air, to say nothing to the police.” “What do you say, Watson?” I shrugged my shoulders. “I! he were safely out of the country it would telleve the tax-payer of a burden.” “But how about the chance of his holding someone up before he goes?” “He would not do anything so mad, sir. We have provided him with all that he can want. To commit a crime :gumpse onus raceto seem noon at Mr. Staplepoq'g pause, for example, 77.11 Lâ€" 3.1“] fl “I guess!“ with lots of sound bone and muscle, full of animal life and pluck, are raised on wholesome, nutritious Bread. ‘P‘GE TWO. PURI‘I” FBOUR It Is produced solely from the choicest Western Canada Hard What, by the latest improved meth- cdl in the mast madam mills In :59 WE. Go‘s farther than any ether-=rich in nutrlment and wholesoma. told when In The On" Dual-in = It's about poor Sir Char-les's Bonnie Girls I! L/jg (l‘ .Sturdy 13925 You can 3:80 that Kind of lrosd with are aiding and abetting on? But. after what we and um « th . mun .- “I cannot understand, Barrymore, how you came to conceal this import- _ ant information.” “Well, sir, it was immediately after ; that our own trouble came to us. And ‘ then again, sir, We were both of us 1 very fond of Sir Charles, as we well i might be considering all that he has done for us. To rake this up couldn't help our poor master, and it’s well to ! go carefully when there's a lady in the case. Even the best of usâ€"" “You thought it might injure his reputation?” “Well, sir, I thought no good could » come of it. But now you have been kind to us, and I feel as if it would be treating you unfiairly not to tell you all that I know about the matter.” “Very good, Barrymore; you can go." When the butler had left as Sir § Henry turned to me. “Well, Watson, , what do you think of this new light?” “Well, sir, I thought no more or the matter, and never would have done had it not been for my wife. Only a few weeks ago she was cleaning out Sir Charles's studyâ€"it had never been touched since his deathâ€"and she found the ashes of a burned letter in the back of the grate. The greater part of it was charred to pieces, but one little slip, the end of a page, hung together, and the writing could still be read, though it was grey on a black ground. It seemed to us to be a. post- script at the end of the letter, and it said: ‘Please, please, as you are a genâ€" tleman, burn this letter, and be at the gate by ten o’clock! Beneath it were signed the initials L. L.” “Have you got that slip?” “No, sir, it crumbled all to bits after we moved it." “Had Sir Charles received any other letters in the same writing?” vv uâ€"v â€"â€" “It seems to leave the darkness rather blacker than before.” “So I think. But it we can only trace L. L. it should clear up the whole business. We have gained that much. We know that there is someone who has the facts If we can only find her. What do you think we should do?” “Let Holmes know all about it at once. It will give him the clue for which he has been seeking. I am much mistaken if it does not bring him down.” “Well," said I, "has I/zz's precious relation of yours departed?” notice of it. It was from Coombe Tracey, and it was addressed in a woman's hand.” “Well?" “Well, sir, I thought no more or the matter, and never would hgve done A ,IA_ u I went at once to my room and drew up my report of the morning’s con- versation for Holmes. It was evident to me that he had been very busy of late, for the notes which I had from Baker Street were few and short, with no comments upon the information which I had supplied, and hardly any refer- ence to my mission. No doubt his biackmailing case is absorbing all his faculties. And yet this new factor must surely arrest his attention and renew his interest. I_wish__th§t he_were here. AL- Avuvvn u -â€" -â€" “Well, sir, I took no particular no- tice of his letters. I should not have noticed this one only it happened to come alone." ;‘And you have no idea who L. L. is." “No. sir. No more than you have. But I expect if we could lay our hands upon that lady we should know more about Sir Charles’s death.” annou- "-v October 17th.-â€"-All day to-day the rain poured down, rustling on the ivy and dripping from the eaves. I thought of the convict ont upon the bleak, cold, shelterless moor. Poor devil! What- ever his crimes, he has suffered son- thing to atone for them. And then I thought of that other oneâ€"the face in the cab, the figure “glut the moon. ‘,t.___A Lk_ but: uuu, guy ”5â€"- Was he also out in that delugeâ€"the unseen watcher, the man of darkness? In the evening I 91“ on my Waterproof and I walked m- upon the nodden moor. full of am: “My, the rain honkinfi mum m! M In the wind beating upon my M‘sii'f'the’wind whistling about sus. thong w a wad egress min now, for even the arm uplands are be- wmiug s méfMBx i found the black to:- upun which i had seen tbs solitary watcher and from its effigy! summit i lookélf cut myself scress the menses elmly downs. Rain squalis drifted sums their mass: m, and the bevy, slsluolored clouds hung low 9st the humps mum in my wmlhs down its sides ol 9 mm- tiu hills in the distant hollow on the is". but hidden by, in. “than «to thin towers of Basket-ville i show the trees. 1: m to signs 92 um llm laud 0.9.4. ’ , 1 “You know that there is another j man then?" f “Yes, sir; there 13 another man upon ': the moor.” 5 “Have you seen him?" “No, sir.” “How do you know of him then?" "Selden told me of him, slr, a week ago or more. He’s in hiding, too, but . he’s not a. convict as far as I can make ' out. I don't like it, Dr. Watsonâ€"I tell 1 you straight, sir, that I don’t like it." 1 He spoke with a. sudden passion or I earnestness. I I have only one other incident‘to record upon this tempestuous and 'melancholy day. This was my conver- : sation with Barrymore just now, which f gives me one more strong card which ‘ I can play in due time. i Mortimer had stayed to dinner, and .he and the baronet played ecarte at- terwards. The butler brought me my coffee into the library, and I took the 1 chance to ask him a few‘questions. He wanted to know the object of my inquiries, but I managed to satisfy his curiosity without telling him too much, for there is no reason why we should take anyone into our confidence. To- morrow morning I shall find my way to Coombe Tracey, and it I can see this Mrs. Laura Lyons, of equivocal repu- tation. a long step will have been made towards clearing one incident in this chain of mysteries. I am certainly de- veloping the wisdom of the serpent. for when Mortimer pressed his ques- tions to an inconvenient extent I ask- ed him casually to what type Frank- land's skull belonged, and so heard nothing but craniology for the rest of our drive. I have not lived for years with Sherlock Holmes for nothing. “I don’t know, sir. I hope to Heaven that he has gone, for he has brought nothing but trouble here! I’ve not heard of him since I left out food for him last, and that was three days ago.” “Did you see him then?" "No, sir, but the food was gone when next I went that way." “Then he was certainly there?” “So you would think, sir, unless lt was the other man who took it.” I sat with my coffee-cup half way to my lips and stared at BarrymOre. “Now, listen to me, Barrymore! I have no interest in this matter but that of your master. I have come here with no object except to help him. Tell me, frankly, what it is that you don't like.” ' “Well, " said I, “has this precious re- lation of yours departed, or is he still lurking out yonder?" Barrymore hesitated for a moment. as it he regretted his outburst, or found it difllcult to express his own feelings in words. “It’s all these goingson, sir,” he cried at last, waving his hand towards the rain-lashed window which faced the moor. “‘There’s foul play some- where, and there’s black villainy brew- ing, to that I'll swear! Very glad I should be, sir, to see Sir Henry on his way back to London again!” “But what is it that alarms you?" “Look at Sir Charles’s death! That was bad enough, for all that the coroner said. Look at the noises on the moor at night. There's not a man would cross it after sundown if he was paid for' it. Look at this stranger hiding out yonder, and watching and waiting! What's he waiting for? What does it mean? It means no good to anyone of the name of Baskerville, and very glad I shall be to he quit of it Anon thaWWBkHonry's new "new no ulu, VI want. no wu- -v... . “He saw him once or twice, but he is a deep one. «and gives nothing‘away. At first he thought that he was the police, but soon he found thnt he had some II)“ or his own. A kind or gentle- man he who, u m- “ he could lee. but what be m doing ”would not muse out.” “And when am he m am he lived?” “Among the old beam ‘0! the am; sidenthe none huts when the old to“: used he lived" “But he Mt MI My" “mm :4 out {but n in not a I“ who will (or m Ind bu Newtonian”. mm Wm}: WM #5?“ i an: m:- ol tutu-I air an. x in m “the; It” wig! h-- “But about. this stranger," said I. “Can you tell me anything about him? What did Semen say? Did he find out where he hid, or what he wan doing?” an." “'5 {Hamil an em and at a mm m mm» t wud M “M! lad mafia-u male“! «human {can 'u' «mum’- nonhuman m4 «cady to take .nver the had come to inter-rogue. I had noi diiilculty in finding her rooms, which! were central end well appointed. A, maid showed me in without ceremony, § and as I entered the sitting-room a; lady, who was sitting before a Reming- a ton typewriter, sprang up with a‘. pleasant smile of welcome. Her face: fell, however, when she saw that I was é a stranger. and she sat down again; and asked me the object of my visit a The first impression left by Mrs. Lyons was one of extreme beauty. Her ; eyes and hair were of the some rich ' hazel color, and her cheeks, though ; considerably freckled. were flushed; with the exquisite bloom of the bru-i nette, the dainty pink which lurks at the heart of the sulphur rose. Admir- ‘ stian was. I repeat, the first impresm sion. But the second was criticism. : There was something subtly wrong with the face, some coarseness of ear-'- presslon, some hardness, perhaps, of, eye, some looseness of lip which marr- a ed its perfect beauty. But these, of ! course. are after-thoughts. At the mo-g ment I was simply conscious that I, n.--) uoonww nu, â€". ..... “I have the plegsurEI” said I, “of knowing your tather." It was a clumsy introduction, and the lady made mo feel_ it. , A L _ “There is nothing in common be- tween my father and me,” she said. “I owe him nothing, and his friends are not mine. If it were not for the late Sir Charles Baskerville and some other kind hearts I might have starved for all that‘my father cared." / “It was about the late Sir Charles Baskervllle that I have come here to see you.” The freckles started out on the lady’s face. “What can I tell you about him?" she asked. and her fingers played ner- vously. over the stops of her type- writer. “You knew him. dld you not?" “I have already said that I owe a great deal to his kindness. If I am able to support myself it is largely due to are your questions?" “Did you correspond with Sir Char- les?” , “I certainly wrote to him once or twice to acknowledge his delicacy and his generosity: - . - L1-A- ‘A‘. She met my dlmculty with the nt- most readiness w .wvu- “â€"v 'â€" - WW- and drove on upon my new quest. When I reached Coomhe Tracey told Perkins to put up the horses. u I made inquiries tor the lady ‘whom Y HIV-7H. A ‘1 gnu unâ€"r - was in the presence of a very hand- some woman, and tha she was asking me the reasons for my visit. I had not quite understood until that instant how delicate my mission was; the interest which he took in my un- happy situation." “Did you correspond with him?" .The lady looked quickly up with an angry gleam in her hazel eyes. “What is the object of these ques- tions?” she asked, sharply. “The object is to avoid a public scandal. It is better that I should ask them here than that the matter should pass outside our control." Héifeâ€" {vas silent and her face was still very pale. At‘ last she looked up with sbmething reckless and defiant in her manner. “Well I’ll answer,” the said. “What “There were several gentlemen who knew my and histdry and united to help me. One was Mr. Stapleton. a neighbor and inflame friend of Sir LN: Contrapiaca haranet whet I had learned about Mrs. Lyons upon the evening before, for. Dr. Mortimer remained with him at: cards until it was very late. At break- ‘ fast. however, I Informed him about: my discovery. and asked him whether; their terrible conclusion. The Inc:- Wtbenoxtfov ”undoub- ly mven upon, my recollection, and I an tell them wighoug references to the .L... ohm! “But It you saw him so seldom and wrote so seldom, how did he know enough about. your attain to be able to help you, as you say that he has JJNO u “Have you ever met him?" “Yes. once or tVHce, when he came into Coombe Tracey. He was a. very retiring man, and he pretened to do good by stealth." done?" T‘sze you'the dates of those let- . and ?_ u-"Dl<l»you or write to Sir Chutes asking mm to meet you?" I continued. In. Lyons flanked with me: ffRenliyLIir, this}: A very mor- ‘ les's death ?" ‘ Thenunhhndtndedlnan instant and n deathly face was before me. not dry lips could not speak the “No” - which I saw rather than heard. g “Surely your memory deceive: you." : add I. “I ebuld even quote n W "‘And why were you so pressing that air, Charles should destroy your let. r.” “It you have read the letter you will know." “I did not say that I had reed all the letter." “You quoted some of It.” “I quoted the postscrlpt. The letter lied, on I said, been burned and it was not an legible. I ask you once again why It was that you were so pressing thst Blr Cherles should destroy this letter which he reoelve’d on the do! of his death." “The mntter is s very private one.” “The more ressen why yon ovoid s pnhllo lnvestlptlon. " “I wlll tellyon. then. I! you here heerlenythlncotnlylmhmhlstery yonwfll‘knowthntlmdesrsehmr end bed reeson to recret lt.“ hevehesrdsoznuoh." "lly llte hes been one lnoesssnt persecution from“ n hushsnd when: 1 other. The lswls nneo nhls elde. end even-rail“: enmtsoedhythe to.“ Milt) thst hem ”forum the with him.At the time thst Imm- lettertollrcherlulhedleernedmt thaws-s any new: Mm oertelnes neeeeonl MICLIIWtOWWIIWDO- manna he loses self-res «aniline in cm en‘s thfi IW‘ "I!“ I! “Then “III.“ Mmuonm I“ “-â€"- __.-_-, “No, I swear it to you on 111 I hold sacred. I never went. Something in tonened to prevent my going. " “What was that?" “That is a private matter. I annot 8011 It.” “Mm. Lyons,” said I, as I rose from this long and inconclusive interview, “you are taking a very great responsi- bility and putting yourselt in a very false position by not making an abso lutely clean breast of all that you know. It I have to call in the aid of the police you will find how seriously you are compromised. If your position is innocent, why did you in the first instance deny having written to Sir Charles upon that date?" { “Because I feared that some (the conclusion might be drawn from it. and that I might find myselt Involved in a scandal." ‘ and 3:5.an I cross-questioned her, but I could never get past that 90,111?- _ g. .n- ,0-.... L-‘ “You acknowledge then that you made an appointment with Sir Cher- ie: at the very hour and place at which he met his death, but you deny that you kept the appointment.“ “That is the truth." I wished him to help me. I believed that it I had an interview I could gain his help, so I asked him to meet me.” “But why at such an hour?" “Because I had only just learned that he was going to London next day and might be away for months. There were reasons why I could not get there earlier." “But why a rendezvous in the can den instead of a visit to the house?" “Do you think a woman could go alone at that hour to a bachelor's house?” “Well. what happened when you did get there?" "I never went." o’clock! " I thought that she had tainted, but she recovered herself by a. supreme snort. “Is there no such thing u n gentle- men?” she . “You do Sir Charles an injustice. He did burn the letter. But sometimes a. letter my be legible even when burned. You acknowledge new diet you wrote it.” “Yes. I did write it,” she cried, pour- ing out her soul in a. torrent or words. "I did write it. Why should I deny it? I have no reason to be ashagnedot it_. andbe 3: the into by And thet wee e most vague direc- tion. I reelized it ee I drove beck and, noted how hill etter hill nhowed treeeev of the encient people. 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