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from the house is no proof that a burglar never entered it. As for the doors and windows being locked, will you take the word of an Irish servant as infallible upon such an important point? I cannot. I believe the assassin to be one of a gang who make their living by breaking into houses, and if you cannot honestly agree with me, do try and consider such an explanation as possible; if not for the sake of the family credit, why then’—and she turned her face with all its fair beauty upon mine, eyes, cheeks, mouth all so exquisite and winsome—‘why then, for mine.’

      Instantly Mr Gryce turned towards us. ‘Mr Raymond, will you be kind enough to step this way?’

      Glad to escape from my present position, I hastily obeyed.

      ‘What has happened?’ I asked.

      ‘We propose to take you into our confidence,’ was the easy response. ‘Mr Raymond, Mr Fobbs.’

      I bowed to the man I saw before me, and stood uneasily waiting. Anxious as I was to know what we really had to fear, I still intuitively shrank from any communication with one whom I looked upon as a spy.

      ‘A matter of some importance,’ resumed the detective. ‘It is not necessary for me to remind you that it is in confidence, is it?’

      ‘No.’

      ‘I thought not. Mr Fobbs you may proceed.’

      Instantly the whole appearance of the man Fobbs changed. Assuming an expression of lofty importance, he laid his large hand outspread upon his heart and commenced.

      ‘Detailed by Mr Gryce to watch the movements of Miss Eleanore Leavenworth, I left this room upon her departure from it, and followed her and the two servants who conducted her upstairs to her own apartment. Once there—’

      Mr Gryce interrupted him. ‘Once there? Where?’

      ‘Her own room, sir.’

      ‘Where situated?’

      ‘At the head of the stairs.’

      ‘That is not her room. Go on.’

      ‘Not her room? Then it was the fire she was after!’ he cried, clapping himself on the knee.

      ‘The fire?’

      ‘Excuse me; I am ahead of my story. She did not appear to notice me much, though I was right behind her. It was not until she had reached the door of this room—which was not her room!’ he interpolated dramatically, ‘and turned to dismiss her servants, that she seemed conscious of having been followed. Eyeing me then with an air of great dignity, quickly eclipsed, however, by an expression of patient endurance, she walked in, leaving the door open behind her in a courteous way I cannot sufficiently commend.’

      I could not help frowning. Honest as the man appeared, this was evidently anything but a sore subject with him. Observing me frown, he softened his manner.

      ‘Not seeing any other way of keeping her under my eye, except by entering the room, I followed her in, and took a seat in a remote corner. She flashed one look at me as I did so, and commenced pacing the floor in a restless kind of way I’m not altogether unused to. At last she stopped abruptly, right in the middle of the room. “Get me a glass of water!” she gasped; “I’m faint again—quick! On the stand in the corner.” Now in order to get that glass of water it was necessary for me to pass behind a dressing mirror that reached almost to the ceiling; and I naturally hesitated. But she turned and looked at me, and—well, gentlemen, I think either of you would have hastened to do what she asked; or at least’—with a doubtful look at Mr Gryce—‘have given your two ears for the privilege, even if you didn’t succumb to the temptation.’

      ‘Well, well!’ exclaimed Mr Gryce, impatiently.

      ‘I am going on,’ said he. ‘I stepped out of sight, then, for a moment; but it seemed long enough for her purpose; for when I emerged, glass in hand, she was kneeling at the grate full five feet from the spot where she had been standing, and was fumbling with the waist of her dress in a way to convince me she had something concealed there which she was anxious to dispose of. I eyed her pretty closely as I handed her the glass of water, but she was gazing into the grate, and didn’t appear to notice. Drinking barely a drop, she gave it back, and in another moment was holding out her hands over the fire. “Oh, I am so cold!” she cried, “so cold.” And I verily believe she was. At any rate, she shivered most naturally. But there were a few dying embers in the grate, and when I saw her thrust her hand again into the folds of her dress I became distrustful of her intentions and, drawing a step nearer, looked over her shoulder, when I distinctly saw her drop something into the grate that clinked as it fell. Suspecting what it was, I was about to interfere, when she sprang to her feet, seized the scuttle of coal that was upon the hearth, and with one move emptied the whole upon the dying embers. “I want a fire,” she cried, “a fire!” “That is hardly the way to make one,” I returned, carefully taking the coal out with my hands, piece by piece, and putting it back into the scuttle, till—’

      ‘Till what?’ I asked, seeing him and Mr Gryce exchange a hurried look.

      ‘Till I found this!’ opening his large hand, and showing me a broken-handled key.

       CHAPTER X

       MR GRYCE RECEIVES NEW IMPETUS

       ‘There’s nothing ill

       Can dwell in such a temple.’

      —THE TEMPEST

      THIS astounding discovery made a most unhappy impression upon me. It was true, then. Eleanore the beautiful, the lovesome, was—I did not, could not finish the sentence, even in the silence of my own mind.

      ‘You look surprised,’ said Mr Gryce, glancing curiously towards the key. ‘Now, I ain’t. A woman does not thrill, blush, equivocate, and faint for nothing; especially such a woman as Miss Leavenworth.’

      ‘A woman who could do such a deed would be the last to thrill, equivocate, and faint,’ I retorted. ‘Give me the key; let me see it.’

      He complacently put it in my hand. ‘It is the one we want. No getting out of that.’

      I returned it. ‘If she declares herself innocent, I will believe her.’

      He stared with great amazement. ‘You have strong faith in the women,’ he laughed. ‘I hope they will never disappoint you.’

      I had no reply for this, and a short silence ensued, first broken by Mr Gryce. ‘There is but one thing left to do,’ said he. ‘Fobbs, you will have to request Miss Leavenworth to come down. Do not alarm her; only see that she comes. To the reception room,’ he added, as the man drew off.

      No sooner were we left alone than I made a move to return to Mary, but he stopped me.

      ‘Come and see it out,’ he whispered. ‘She will be down in a moment; see it out; you had best.’

      Glancing back, I hesitated; but the prospect of beholding Eleanore again drew me, in spite of myself. Telling him to wait, I returned to Mary’s side to make my excuses.

      ‘What is the matter—what has occurred?’ she breathlessly asked.

      ‘Nothing as yet to disturb you much. Do not be alarmed.’ But my face betrayed me.

      ‘There is something!’ said she.

      ‘Your cousin is coming down.’

      ‘Down here?’ and she shrank visibly.

      ‘No, to the reception room.’

      ‘I do not understand. It is all dreadful; and no one tells me anything.’

      ‘I pray God there may be nothing to tell. Judging from

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