Northern Weekly Gazette. — 1910-12-17 (Stockton-on-Tees, Cleveland, England)

CHAPTER XXXI. (Continued.) ARTENS smiled grimly into the night. "And I will be delicate, too," he said. can catch a train for town, and I look forward to seeing St. Anne-street again." "No, you don't!" cried Robinson, seizing one arm. "You are coming with us!" said Edith, seizing the other. "We shall have supper at The Oaks, and we wired for rooms to be prepared for two guests. I am a resolute woman —ask dad. Besides it is good for you to see people happy. You are too much of a mental abstraction. Oh, I know that is rude, but you cannot conceive the real pleasure it is to me to be rude sometimes. And," she added, with a swift change of manner, "we owe you everything. We are very happy because of you. It is boring to you, I know, but you must give us the pleasure of being nice to you and showing—oh, so very poorly, so very inadequately-how grateful we are!" What could a man say to that? Therefore the brougham started off with four occupants. Near the station, looking out of the window, Partens saw a bent figure, very desolate, pushing his way through towards the booking office. "What are you looking at?" Edith demanded.  P  "Someone I know," Partens answered, when Edith pointed to Hale, and asked who he was. "A lone man in the first consciousness of his loneliness." "Poor man!" Edith said. When the brougham breasted the hill out of Garlton Robinson turned to Partens.  "I don't understand anything now. "Everything is 'azy to me. Of course, I see that they couldn't convict Sir Ewart of murdering Susan Denby, when Susan Denby proved she was alive. But someone was killed in the tunnel. Who way she?"  Emil Partens was silent for a full minute, and when at length he opened his lips to speak, Edith's fear had caught fire at the delay.  "There is no chance- of Ewart being Charged again" she demanded.  "There is none," Partens esid. 'I delayed answering because, in the first place, the story is long, and, in the second, I was searching my mind how to commence. We have a long drive —the story must be told. I may as well tell it now.,,  "I am quite in the dark," Sir Ewart said. "From the time Braddle called Susan Denby, and she appeared in the witness-box unmistakably alive, I have been quite past the power of thinking. I have been snatched from the grave to inherit a very great Imppiness." He spoke solemnly, wonderingly.. Even yet he hardly realised his good fortune._  "In 'ls own good time," " Honest " Robinson murmured. "That was what my Mary always said. And she was right—as she always was. "When Miss Robinson came to me in my chambers in St. Anne-street I told her that I never undertook a case except in the interests of justice. That is a rule from which I never depart, and it is in consequence of my known resolve that I receive much consideration from the official police. I work apart from them: I confess my methods are not their methods, and that I believe them to be too hide-bound by convention and official procedure, precedent, and rule to be of much use except in cases of zonventional crime, the detection of which, I need hardly assure you, has no attraction for  Y  BY W.