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A great lump of cambric was forced between her teeth, and still she feigned un- consciousness. Her hearing seemed now almost abnormally keen. She heard the breathing of the two men. She heard the soft sound of footfalls on the thick rug or carpet, and at last a faint click which seemed to come from a‘ distance. After that all begp qut_ “alone. “Yes. I always kee stage properties. There gag of a sort out of my A second’s w rk to fit can wake when she causing you a qualm.” "iou mean"â€" “Not what you think I do. We can’t afford to risk the smallest tell- tale stain when weshow ourselves downstairs among the people who’ve been roused by the fire, and, besides, l’xe 11111 thm pl: 1.11 The thing must be done befme 1111,111ing, and in such a wax that she 0:111 be car1ied back to her bed and laid there quietly, with no one to guess that she met death by violence. A dose of laudanum is the thing; the bottle found by her side. It will be thought that she killed herself because she’d been dis- num 9" "Too late to thin m. [St be no suspicio had bettex go no“. safer if I were certai‘ no noise.” done before way that she her bed and no one to m Slde. It kill ed her charg ‘d. ” "You H otherv “Simple mouth.” _ Theâ€" mmvéhd have “She can scream.” “If she did, she wouldn’t be heard “Yet we are whispering.” “Loud voices might muse the gi to consciousness. it’s more conve. ient that she should be as she i We’ve no time to wz‘ste upon her run Little wretch! if she. hadn’t spoik Our game down below with her yell Scarcely had she formed this plan of action, when a stream of white light fell upon her closed eyelids. With all the force of her will she kept them steady, her long lashes lying on her cheeks without a flicker. “Fainted,” came a whisper, louder than before. “Can’t be sure,” murmured a sec- ond voice. “She may be shamming.” A moment later Elspeth felt the pressure of a hand on her client. “She doesn’t seem to breathe,” was: the whispered comment. “Well. then. let us leave her for the present. She can’t possmzy es- “If only they would believe me fainti-lg,” she thought. “They will wonder that. I don’t make a sound, and presently they’ll stn’ke a light and look at my face. I must lie with my eyes shut and hold my breath as long as I can.” Voices whispered near her in the dar‘ mess. She could neither recognize the tones nor make out the words, but she felt her fate was being dis- cussed, perhaps hanging in the bal- ance. “Now I am to be murdered, per- haps,” was the thought that crept coldly into Elspeth’s mind; but she could do nothing to avert whatever fate might be in store for her, except to cry out, and if she did that, it wguld prqbably precipitate her death. It was by ifisfinct ‘rather tha'rvlnéai; culation that she lay still, scarcely breathing. - - For a few seconds there was com- plete stillness, and then something that moved brushed against her cheek. She believed that it was the bed being rolled away again. There was a brief instant of horror, as she tried vainly to save herself, expecting a crushing fall, perhaps into the black depths of some hideous cubilette; but she rolled from the bed upon a solid floor, covered with something soft, like a thick rug .And the fall was so slight that she was. not even- jarred. Elspeth’s eyes were wide open, but the darkness was like a dark cloth laid upon them. She could see no- thing; but as the bed slowly moved, inch by inch, she felt an intensely cold air which surged round her like the wind made by a pair of giant wings. Then the bed stopped, still in thick darkness, and she heard a sound of hurried footsteps and of light breathing. There was another, curious, clicking sound, and while the girl wondered in chill terror what would come next, the bed on which she lay tilted suddenly up at such an extreme angle that she rolled off. that the bed had begun to move. There had been a click, and then slowly, smoothly, the bed began to glide along as if sliding in a groove. foot. ana'lying there helpless, waiting the horror that was to come, she felt. 1p me think of everything.” I Lave had some experience; curiae I shouldn’t be where I am.” Can you get hold of the lauda- 8.1 How to Treat a Sprain. t mu 1) can k abvaysm keepm plenty_ of CHAPTER XIV. enougl she knew that she had (A) There, I’ve made a of my handkerchief. to fit it in, and she gher likes, without w ith one stone ink of that. There ’ion against us. We . But I would feel am she could make 5 more < I ha as s to upon I: 3 hadn’t with he ntly have to close her % 5118 18. '1 her now. ’t spoiled her yells, 1V0 saved «ls would the girl conven- moréughfar'e for sbme other reason t_han Aghe one believed by Mrs. War- She imagined now that she must be in the room above the one she had occupied in the tower; and as shehad been told that it was in a ruinous condition, she stepped carefully: but she found no sign of loose‘ debris as she moved cautiously along literally inch by inch; and it occurred to her that the stairway she .had seen brick- ed up had probably been made a no- The stairway was so exceedingly steep as to resemble a ladder, and the girl counted thirty steps before she reached the top. Above was a floor of wood. which she tested with her hand beforefirusting her feet noon it. _ - The girl stood still for a moment, vividly recalling the sounds which had robbed her of rest, as she lay in that curious, carved bed in the al- cove of the tower room. If she were right in her guess, she must be now in some secret passage just behind the wall; and if the footsteps she had heard there were made by human be- ings, not ghosts, those human beings must have found their way in through some hidden entrance. Elspeth would have given anything now for a match, even a single match; but it was useless to wish, and she began to feel along the surface of wood for something like a spring. She could discover nothing, and, giv- ing up hope at last, she groped far- ther on, until to her delight she came upon a steep, narrow stairway. It al- so was covered with some thick, soft material, as if to deaden the sound of footsteps, but here and there a board creaked; and the girl fancied that the noise was like some she had heard, lying in bed, in the tower “That was the secret of it,” she thought. “It was made for a murder trap in the old, old days when people used often to get rid of their guests in the night, and no one outside ever, ever knew what had become of them.” “The. tower wall !” she said to her- self; and remembered how the head of the strange 01d carved bed in the alcove had seemed to be set in the wall. Gropingly, she tried to find a wall, stumbling on, catching her foot in the wrinkled folds of a rug, and sav- ing herself from a fall by seizing an edge of some hanging drapery. Thus she steadied herself, and found be- hind that draperv the wall for which she had searched. Her hand touched a surface of wood, and passing her fingers along it, she discovered that it ended as a door might end, in a framing of stone. Tremulously, tottering a little at first, she scrambled to her feet, and for the first time since she had roll- ed from the moving bed seriously asked herself whele she was. With one hand at liberty, it was but the work of a few seconds to tear the gag from her mouth, and to re- lease the other hand. Then she'sat up, and unwound a long, narrow strip of woolly material which felt like knitted work, from her ankles. She was free to move, free to escapeâ€"if she could but find away. Now, however, she suddenly remem- bered how well, in the old days, her body had been accustomed to obey her will. And in the desperate dan- ger which threatened her she called up her ancient skill to her aid. 80 did she writhe and twist her slim arms and shoulders as to loosen the bonds made to hold less supple mus- cles. Presently she felt a slight relax- ing of the bands which held her wrists. Slowly, slowly, grudging each moment, she twisted one hand out of bondage, the fiftieth part of an inch at a time. Then suddenly it was free, and she could have sobbed in joy and thanksgiving, though she was far Elspeth Dean was a lithe and sup- ple as well as a slender creature, with all the elasticity of youth and health. As a child she had been able to do all sorts of wonderful things with her lively little body, and she and her brother, two or three years older than herself, had often played a glorious play in which they were contortionists in a nursery circus. It was many years since the girl had practised any of the feats for which she had been famous among her little cmnpanions, and indeed, she had for- gotten all about them until this mo- ment. “Oh, if I ebuld only loosen these bands that hold my arms," she said to herself. “If I could do that, all the rout would be easy, perhaps.” For her there was but one ray of light in darkness. She had heard one of the men say to the other that she had “spoilt their game." That must mean, she thought, that the alarm she had given had been heard; that John Kenrith and Captain Oxford had been saved. And the idea that she had been able to do this gave her courage to attempt more. She did not know where she was, but if she could only free herself she could find out; and if, afterward, she could escape, she» would be able to give at least one villain up to justice. - To expect to do this seemed like expecting to perform a miracle. And yet Elspeth could not believe that she was to die to-night. _ from a wh d not have guessed the , Jf either speaker from the murmurs she had heard; nevertheless she. was sure that she had guessed the name of one man. The other was still a mystery to her; she had no idea who he could be. But, after all, it mattered little. Nothing, indeed, need matter much to her now, unless she could free herself and escape. THE DURHAM CHRONICLE ed again the marble features. the silken. hair of an unknown dead wo- The girl could scarcely believe that the clock told the truth, for it seemed that she had lived through days and nights of horror since then. “Perhaps when the light comes I shall see that my hair has turned gray,” she thought, arid shuddered as it; spirit she touch- As Elspeth flitted, ghost-like. through the dark corridor a clock somewhere struck three. Only two hours and s heli since she had left her room and started outu upon the exploring expedition which had come so_neer_ to ending in tragedy! As she descended the two ste which led from the tower into corridor beyond her feet splashed down upon wet carpet, as if she had stepped into thick, dam moss. Evi- dently much water had en used to put out the fire, and the reek of smoke was oflensive still; but apart from the acrid odor and the soaked car- pet there were no other signs of the conflagration to be detemd in the darkness. Whatever had happened here was all over and done with long fiery-of the house aid the plots tfiat have been going on in it shall be un- ravellegl before morning.” A 91041 was growing in Elspeth'l brain n she groped her way down the nuts. usually lighted throughout the night. but in black darkness now. "If I come :31er through this.” she promised herself, f‘tno whole rnyo- She baa" 'téé're'ci"'t8"h'n' ilwlécukuéli; and so it was, .but 9911b]; bolt on the innido. which ah. Iii pod back. Then uh. was in the kn as which led to the town stairway and thou the arms-an thick md’mtdwim Imoko. It viru he: one way down toward gatetyh but 3119 took it with {on and Elspéth waited only 'long enough to c1089 t1‘1e Sioor (whiph shut. by a. spring, ; What was this soft, heavy bundle on the floor of the hidden room in the tower? She hardly dared stoo to touch it with her y,hand whic grew ice-cold with fear of the coming contact. Though every moment was of the utmost importance now, and llife or death might lie, for her, in the difference of a second, she bent down with slow reluctance. Her grop- ing fingers touched something smooth ‘and silky, like a woman’s hair, and 'her impulse was to spring up with is shriek. But she forced the cry ' back, and instead of drawing away her hand, she passed it over the silky . surface once again. -v w“ ‘â€" â€"’-â€"â€"- ’ as it had opened), made sure with an exploring finger that she could find the spring again, if need were, and then she fled to the door which wa_s_ the known entrance to the room. For an instant she stood bewilder- ed, but the faint light which took the lace of blackness seemed bright- er an it really was, to eyes accus- tomed to the dark. Dimly she could see shapes she soon made out to be chairs and tables. She was in a fur- nished room, with uncurtained win- dows that were squares of starlit sky. "The tower room !” she said to her- self, as the familiarity of the sur- roundings impressed themselves upon her mind. “The tower room! And I must have come in by the entrance through which the ghostâ€"or manâ€"a peared the other night. That is why he van- ished so quickly and so silently. He came through a secret door, and went bag}: by. the same way.” Once more she searched with eager fingers for some spring on the wide panel of wood which she took to be the back of the movable bed; but find- ing nothing, she moved on until she came at last upon. another wooden panel. There she did find a knob of metal, and pressing it the panel slipped silently, smoothly away from under her hand. Instead, an open space was left, through which her body could pass, and Elspeth flung herself into the aperature with a joy- ous sensation of being saved. She groped for the opening at the head of the stairs, and found it again, risking a fall by almost running down the steep steps; and thankful as she had felt a few minutes since, to reach the top she was a hundredfold more thankful to be at the bottom again. Who was it who lay there, dead? Who was the perpetrator, who the victim, of this crimeâ€"since crime it must surely be? Elspeth could not guess; neither nerves nor brain were in a condition to make guesses, and her one thought was now to escape from this horrible placeâ€"wherever it might be. There was no doubt this time. She was touching a woman’s hair, hair elaborately dressed in thick waves and coils. Still compelling herself to do a thing against which her flesh and blood rebelled, she touched a face so cold that it might have been carved in stone; then, when her trembling fingers had outlined the fea- tures, wandered to a marble throat and motionless breast, clothed in silk, she yielded at last to her impulse and shrunk back, sick with horror of the thing she had found in the darkness. ten her fear, but now it returned up- on her, like a cold, overwhelming wave. red drops had rained through the masks between the oak rafters in her room. Now she was in the abode of mystery, yet she could guess as ht- tle at the explanation as on that night when she had started at the falling rubies as though unable to believe her eyes. As she moved slowly along she stretched out her arms, tryinfl ‘0 touch the wall, as she had before. when suddenly she stumbled over something which lay at her feet- something soft and heavy, over which she would have fallen if she had not recovered her balance with a quick backward step. - _- Q In the exci'tement of discovery and progress _ Elsppth had _s1mgst faggot- ' There was no time to speculafie upon that how, but Elspeth could not he! recallmg the night when the bl - red drops had rained through the «rank: between the 08k rafters in he? (T6 be Continued) “the!“ W30 should not print advertisgmcnts Except for bats and (inc-55,5. We «should not pay attentiun wln'n A ‘mu I d " re r can fess-33. We should not Speak at suicides. 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