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CHAPTER v.
A SUCCESSFUL EXPERIMENT.

Dowker walked along Piccadilly think.
ing deeply about the curious aspect the
case was now assuming. AS far as he
could make out, Myles Desmond was
the last person who saw Miss Sarschlne
alive. and he having gone out few
minutes after the interview, it seemed as
though he had followed her. The only
thing to be done was to see Ellersby, and
as he was stopping at the Guelph Hotel,
Dowker went along in that direction.
He followed the same path as he sur
missed the dead woman must have taken,
but what puzzled him was the reason she
had for going into Jermyn street.
After she found out Calliston had
gone off with Lady Balscombe," he NUT
tered, "the most obvious course would be
for her to 90 home, but she evidently did
not intend 10 do so. I wonder if she
walked or took a cab? Walked, I sup
pose. Let me see; it was foggy night,
and she got lost, that is the explanation
But then this man or woman she met; 1t
must have been q friend, as she would
hardly have stopped talking to stranger.
unless, indeed, she asked the way. Lord,
calculated Mr.. Dowker, suddenly stop
ping short. fancy if this murder turns
out to be the work of some tramp; but
no, that's bosh; tranps wouldn't use a
poisoned dagger-unless they took the
one she carried. Hang it! it's the most
perplexing case was ever in.
He had by this time arrived at the
Guelph Hotel and sent up his card to Nj.
Ellersby. The waiter soon returned with
the information that Mr.. Ellersby was
in and would see him, 90 he went upstairs
and was shown into q sitting room. At
one end near the window sat Spencer
Ellersby in q comfortable armchair, smok-
ing pipe and reading a French novel.
A remarkably unpromising bulldog lay at
his feet and arose with an ominous growl
as Dowker entered the room.
Lie down, Pickles, said Ellersby to
this amiable animal. who obeyed the
command in sulky manner. We'll, Mr..
Dowker, what do you want to see me
about?"
THAT case, sir, said Dowker, taking a
eOh, of course" replied Ellersby.
struggling his shoulders; Il guessed as
much. thought I'd done with the whole
affair at the inquest"
-As far as it then went, sir" said the
detective, quickly; but I've found out q
lot more since that time"
"Ah, indeed! The name Of the assas-
sinf"
Not yet, sir-Ill do that later on-but
the name of the victim.
Yes? And it is
LENA Sarschine."
Hum! And what was she doing in
Jermyn street that night?"
Il don't know, sir. That's one of the
things I've got to discover"
Well, what else have you found out,
ipformstion?"
THAT was easy enough, said Dowker,
confdentially. I'll just tell you all, sir,
for want you to give me some informa-
ton"
"Delighted-if can"
IAs to the finding out, sir. The hat
worn by the dead 'un had ticket inside,
showing it was made by Nine. Rene, OF
Regent street. I went there and found
out it had been sold to woman called
Lydia Fenny, of Cleopatra Villa, St.
Johns Wood. I, thinking Lydia Feuny
was the victim went there and found
that she was alive, and had lent the hat
to her mistress last Monday night.
Curious thing for maid to lend her
mistress clothes, said Ellersby, smiling.
Its generally the REVERSE"
Il thing she did it for disguise, sir,
explained Dowker, because Miss Sars-
chine went to Lord Collisions chambers
in Piccadilly."
What for?"
ITO get information concerning his
elopement with Lady Balsco mbe."
"The deuce!" said Ellersby. in astonish-
ment. This is becoming interesting.
ITO BE CONTINUED