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York steamer, and saw her steam
away down the Mersey."
Then he sailed from Liverpool?
What was the meaning Of that?"
Cant tell. ! think you are wrong
in your conjectures. l don't think he
knows any more about his daughter
than we do"
His start for America proves moth
ing"
perhaps not; but for over seven
months he has been watched night
| and day, as you know, and not a trace
Of any communication with any one
| except business men and that woman
who brought up the girl has been
found"
I'VE don't know what his COM
m%unication with her may have
masked"
We'll, not more than three letters
have passed between them in all this
time; nor has he RENTED money in
any direction, or made any expedition
beyond his daily round. He is a
fiery, impulsive, open-mouthed fell
low, who would be too proud of doing
you to keep silent about it. II he
were not within reach Of the police
man he'd give me my quietus."
mo doubt" said Deering. What
is the name of the woman in Wales?"
Mrs. Kellett."
II thought we might have got
something out Of her."
well I did not" returned Vim
cent. Lambert was so ready to ap-
ply to her. Moreover, the man that
went down to that place found she
had been i'll in bed at the very time
Miss Lambert disappeared"
There was a pause. who has any
interest in taking her away? Have
you any theory?"
mot much of one. I am some
times inclined to think she went off
with Glynn. He was, I suspect, far
gone about her"
NO." said Deering, thoughtfully.
mo, he was with me when Lambert
broke in like a mailman, and no one
could have aped the horror and aston
ishment he betrayed. No, he doesn't
know anything-or didn't a few
weeks ago, but I wish to heaven he
hadn't got over that fever. Should
we eve find the girl We will have to
reckon with him, and he is a formid-
able antagonist"
He can be dealt with, I suppose"
Deering did not heed him. His
brow contracted with a look of fierce
resolution. Have you telegraphed
to the New York police?"
Il waited to see you first"
"You had better do so. They have
a description of Lambert, I s]u2pose?"
Il rather think not"
Send it then"
What, by wire?"
"Yes-but wait-do it through the
French detective. They were rather
taken. with the notion that Lambert
himself had made away with his
daughter?"
AT first, yes; but the last time I
saw M. Claude he seemed to have
quite given up the idea"
You never know what he thinks.
Now, what has your journey cost
you?"
Il don't care to take any money at
present; l will write when-'
NO." interrupted Deering imperi-
ously, mot letters. Remember-the
sum originally promised if you can
find her dead, double if you find her
alive. Now you may go-stop-wait
till the servant comes" Vincent
paused, and as the door opened, Deer
ing said distinctly in courteous tones,
Il am very much obliged to you for
taking the trouble to CALL am in
terested in your search-and wish
you all success. Good morning."
Lady Gethin was restless and ex-
pectant until the hour arrived at
which Glynn was due. She IA pro-
foundly interested in the mysterious
disappearance of the girl who had
made so deep an impression on her
favorite nephew.
Glynn was a few minutes late, but
was cordially welcomed.
Il see you have found nothing"
exclaimed Lady Gethin, as soon as
they were alone.
1T was a wild goose chase" he
replied with a weary look.
He had, he said, found the head
of the Chaplain establishment easily
enough. 1t was early in May last
that negotiations between herself and
the French teacher began; but she
did not enter upon her duties till the
18th Of June.
That" said Glynn, ~interrupting
himself, was the day of the ball
the day before her disappearance"
Mrs. Storrer described Mademoi-
selle Laroche as about middle height,
inclined to be stout, with hair and
eyes between dark and fair; not par
ticularly graceful; and as to age
we'll, it was hard to say-she might
be t~weptY-one, she might be twenty
five, appearances are Deceptive. AS to
her voice-yes, it vas pleasant, unus-
ually soft for a French woman; but
nothing remarkable!
Finally, l showed her Miss Lam
bert's photograph, which l always
carry about with me. She looked at
it with a slow smile, and then return
ing it, said: No, this is not Made
moiselle Laroche, this is a charming
young lady Her quiet unconscious
ness Of any resemblance convinced
me even more than her words that
she could not know Elsie"
nJndeed added GIynn "a nuiet