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To her intense relief he was not angry with her for her silence as i to Sir Guys return and concealment in tho priests hole.
 "I guessed that he was the chap who startled off the midnight ma raudor at your window and that you had got him up your sleeve" he smiled amiably,
 Nor did he grow excited when she i filled out her narrative with an ac- count Of Roake's domicilary visit, | of his installment of Blissett in charge of the premises and of his assertion that Guy had murdered the young detective during the night,
 { Has your cousin returned 10 his ! hiding place." Klyne inquired. { T have not yet had an oppor- tunty of ascortaining, was the re. , ply.
 "Lathrop is no murderer" Klyne reassured his client. The culprit is probably the misCreant who tried your bedroom window. Since Roake is out of the way for q few hours consulting the Lord High Nincom- poops at Scotland Yard, when l have effected a change in my ap- parel l will come up and root round for finger marks. That French window in the study ought to have tale to tell"
 In the early afternoon he pre- sented himself al the Grang", ac- 1 cording to plan, in the guise of q re- i porter
 Margaret awaited him in the study and they wasted no time in words, Having informed him that i she had still been unable 10 open ] the priests hole without risk of ob- servation. she indicated the French window which Jevons had found un- fastened. klyne examined the frame with q pocket lens, dusted some powder on it and uttered an exclamation of relief.
 There are tinger-marks all right he said, "and they were left ! by man who has worked hard with his hands, and l think l know where there are fingers to match them, I must procure samples at the other end when I have dressed i for the part, But before 1 go it would be an immense help if l could know if Sir Guy is back in his funk hole and what he was up to last ! night"
 ! T will have another shot at him, |" ! said Margaret.
 Having reconnoitered the landing 1 and found no one about, she pro- cured an electric torch from her bedroom ad tiptoed to the scrolled panel, Pressing the hidden spring, she flashed her torch and saw that the cell had an occupant who ap- pearcd to he doing things with his teeth
 "Guy!" she gasped. Whatever are you up too
 There was no vocal answer, but something made a snapplng noise, and the next moment the girl was flung aside by the tenant of the hiding place as he rushed into the corridor to vanish down the stairs.
 Margaret picked herself up and gazed after the fugitive in vain. The mere glimpse she had of the flying figure had only told her one thing for certaint-that he wasn't Guy. She closed the panel and hastenod to rejoin klyne in the study.
 Something big" he smiled after a glance at her face,
 Briefly she narrated what had happened, adding that 10 the best Of her belief impossible though il seemed the man who had run out of the priests hole was Wilmot.
 T should be inclined to think you are right" said klyne, calmly He was busy with his teeth eh And something snapped just before he made holt for it? He had ! probably been tied up and had sue ceeded in gnawing through his bonds when you opened on him"
 Yes. but where can Guy be- demanded Margaret, That is my chief concern. That brute may have killed him as well as Blissett!
 "But who trussed him up and shut him into the secret chamber only known to your cousin ant yourself ." asked Iilvne. Tt k much more likely that Sir Guy caught him on the prowl and made , a prisoner of him In the mean , while I must go into the matter O. the fnger-marks. That is moro : than ever important-by the ligh of your latest experience" , (To Be COntinuCdl CConvricht. 1925. NEA Service, Inc.