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CHAPTER xIv.-fcontinued.)

expected from MISS W eSlOn, ne cOn'
tinued. Should you cause me to Kill
you, l shall certainly not spare your faith
er. And why should two suffer for the
fault Of one?"
How am I to know that even If
accept this that you offer, you will lei
him go unharmedw | cried.
"On my word of honor. 1 will not hurt
q hair of his head"
Your word of honorr'
do you doubt me. mademoiselle he
shouted, faring up into another burst
house. house that served its kings in
mary wars before the Revolution de-
stroyed us. 1 am no pig of German;
l am a Marnac of Toulouse, mademoi-
selle. and we. hold to our word though
we are torn in pieces"
But how can you, a gentleman, drive
an innocent girl to so frightful death?''
/ pleaded with him.
innocent? Did you not write that
article!' He spoke eagerly, with &
glance of keen suspicion.
Yes. 1 wrote it."
Then go. Remember, / wait and
watch. If you fear to do this thing.
yes. even if you hesitate too long over
there upon the cliff edge, shall kill your
father"
Without another word began to walk
down the sloping moor towards the sea.
CHAPTER XIV.
have asked Miss Mary Weston to
end her narrative a. this point. think
IL better that l should now take up
the threads of the story.
After Marnac's escape from Poland,
Sir Henry Graden and travelled to Ber-
lin- There we carefully examined the
book of extracts which had come into our
hands, and sent warning letters to those
writer's who from the marginal notes
seemed to have especially reused this
madmaa's anger against them The ex-
treme animosity which was evinced
against "Cantab's" article in the Uni
versity Review especially alarmed us for
the authors safety. Finally we deter
mined to proceed to London, discover his
identity, and take the necessary steps
for his safety. Distasteful as was this
detective business to a man of my stu
dious habit, / nevertheless felt that it
was my duty to assist my cousin in
hunting down the murderer
1t was on the evening of Sunday, Nov.
20, that We arrived at Charing Cross
Station, from which we removed to the
morose responsibility of Jerrold's Hotel.
At eleven on the following morning we
were ushered by buttony boy into the
editorial sanctum of the University Re-
view.
Mr.. Rolles-for such we had discover
ed was the name of the editor-renained
seated before his American roller-top
desk He was very large and sleek
Toung man, with plump cheeks of dingy
color. and pince-nez glasses which he
wore half way down his nose. His gen.
eral appearance was suggestive of ca
pacity for pIum-duff and sugar water.
and he oozed self-appreciation from every
pore.
And what can / do for your he
inquired, with sedate patronage.
In the month of August" said my
cousin, declining the chair that Mr.
ROLES suggested, you published an arti-
Gle sigred 'Cantab,' dealing with a book
written by Prof Marnsc of Heidelberg"
Most certainly. Fray proceed"
For the most urgent private reasons
I desire 'Cantab's' name and address, -
(which / cannot give you," said Mr..
ROLES, lighting a gold-tipped cigarette.
Ny cousin walked up to the editorial
desk and spoke down upon him.
From my card. sir. which l perceive
you have before you, you can judge that
1 am respectable person"
Ill
but nowadays even baronets, you know
are-well, not always worthy of such inn
plicit confidence as you demand"
l saw the right hand of my cousin
steal out towards The editorial collar, but
he restrained himself
You reduce me, sir, TO speak of my.
self with less good taste than modesty,'
he said. Have you never heard of my
name rs an explorer or a SCIENTIST"
'yery often, my dear Sir Henry,
though even for so distinguished a light
I cannot break my most sacred rule. II
you choose 70 write to 'Cantab,' l will
forward the letter Further / cannot
CO."
I don't think that Mr.. ROLES will ever
realize how near be came TO d thorough
trouncing. For a moment my cousin. SC
TO speak. hung in the wind Then he
drew up a chair and sat down at the cor.
aer Of the desk.
Il viii accept your offer, sir" said he
Give me a blank sheet of paper"
The letter written, it was handed over
20 Mr.. ROLES, who gave us his word that
1t should go By the next post. Then
we retired into the street
NJ cir ,pIv
day. He was always inpatient of delay
but IN all our wanderings together have
never suffered from him more acutely
he dragged me aimlessly about the
streets. set me down to lunch at com
Portable restaurant. and then swept me
of before the coffee arrived. l endeav.
pred to escape him, but the attempt was
hopeless failure. Five o'clock was
striking when he farned his face east
ward-he he'd been inquiring for letters
1t the Travellers, in Pail Mall-and
with his most unwilling companion trot
ting beside him, again advanced on Co
tent Garden. near which the office OF
the University was situated
I'm hanged if / can stand this sus
oensew he explained. "Marnac has had
Eve or six days start of us, and any.
thing may be happening. If that idiot
ROLES still refuses the address, l will
thrash him till he gives it up, and take
the consequences"
He meant what he said-he Away
aid-and followed him, with unplea sal II
visions of q summons at Bow street and
:austic paragraphs in the evening papers
But we were in luck. Mr.. ROLES had
retired to the Athenaeum for his tea, and
In the assistant editor, who received US
I recognized m old acquaintance. He
was 4 clever young Scot named Raeburn
VIII, had lived on my staircase at Cam
bridge, and rowed bow to my two in the
college eight. He appeared delighted to
see me, and became duly impressed when
I introduced him to my distinguished
cousin.
rs there anything / can do for you?
ne asked me, after few minutes Of the
conversation usual in such circum-
stances.
Evidently he had no knowledge of our
previous visit.
''Sir Henry here is anxious for the
name and address of 'Cantab.' You will
recoIIect the man mean: he contributed