Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1913-02-26
CHAPTER xxx.
The Tenth Earl.

Carthew was feeling anything but fit to
cope with all the cares and responsible
tiles which had devoved upon him again.
under circumstances so shocking, no less
suddenly than he had been relieved of
them al-along with that place in life to
which they pertained-by the man now
lying dead the floor before him. AS
he watched the Duchess of Dawn leading
Sallie gently out of the banquet hall he
would have given very great deal to
have been free to follow them, for Sallie
had looked back at him out Of tear
dimmed eyes as she went, with an eN-
preston he could not quite understand.
And now that she, too, knew the very
worst there was to be told. he was des-
perately anxious to find out how she was
going to deal with him under such
changed conditions.
But there were matters even more ur-
gent to be disposed of. for her sake, too,
before he could set himself right with
her He pulled himself together with a
great effort
1t was clear that he must not permit
Capt. Dove and his two confederateS to
decamp. He had heard enough already to
justify him in taking the law into his own
hands for the nonce and OBTAINING them
there. 1t was equally clear that he must
not delay for q moment III nnQlnS out as
much more as he might from Parish
M'Kissock, who looked as if he could
scarcely live for another hour
He whispered to Herries to take such
steps as would insure that no one who
soever should be allowed to leave the
castle and to shut the three accomplices
up together in the north keep. IL that
could be done quietly, without any scan
dial. Then, having got rid of Capt. Dove
and the other two. he was left i'm the
l., lxv-ith Mavr &c of In
goldsby in A state Of apparent coma:
old Janet NJ kissock. grief stricken to the
very verge of endurance, and her unfOr-
tunate brother, still standing mOtfOnleSs,
with bent head and hands claSped, star
ing down at the dead man-so near in
semblance and yet far beyond reach
of his aninloS1ty.
The gray-haired housekeeper was plead
ing with Parish M'Kissock to come away.
but he resisted all her attempts to get
him to leave that spot
Let me abide where l am, he an
swered her, ENORMOUSLY. I'm a very lit
tie. Janet, I'll be away off after his fool
ish Iordship there. that thinks he has
slipped through my feckless fingers again
as he did once before. But I'll soon be
on his track again, for they'll have to
streek me on the same stretching board
that serves him. Let me bide beside him
till then.
Carthew looked anXiously across at the
MARQUIS OF Ingoldsby. There was no
body who might better serve as a wit
ness to whatever MKissOck might still
be induced to tell concerning that night
mare past in which the poor corpse on
the floor and the girl who had gone away
weeping and he himself had all been in
vOlved.
.'There's somethin' doOsid fishy about
all these goin' SON." Lord Ingoldsby COM
mented. with a good deal more candor
than tact, when Carthew made that sug-
gestion to him. And I'm for Lady Josce-
line. right through from start to finish.
I don't believe word of that gOat-beard-
ed fellows yarn. He's been and caught
s,Instroke somewhere-that's what's the
matter with him, eh? He's mad as a
halter.
But. all the same. I'm willin' to listen
| To ANYTHING more he has to say-and take
| a mental note of it. so to speak. 1 want
| to know who's who and what's what my
| SELF
Carthew turnck to Parish MKissocl