Bargoed Journal. — 1904-09-03 (Gelligaer, Mid Glamorgan, Wales)

ROAD, BARGOED.  EAU Rights Reserved. TRACKED BY A TATTOO  "That's near Mere Hall, ain't it, sir 7 " "A quarter of a mile away. I shall sT.-,y there some time to watch Binjoy and Sir Louis Feltenger." "Do you suspect him, Mr. Farks?" "If you remembered the nadir I mentioned, I you would riot ask me that, Crate." The underling was abashed, and said no more, but turned the conversation to the subject of Garth. "What am I do to about him. sir?" "Oh," said Fanks dilly, "you think he is guilty, so! %%ill let; Vl_ I..ni to put. But do not neglect my interests to look after that business. I tell j,oti, Crate, the man is innocent." "I have my opinion about that." "Then keel) to your opinion, hut mind my instructions." "Well, I will tell you sir," said Ciate, "Mr. Garth has lett hiv "Yon don't .nv so," sn,d Fad:'.. f-owniw,-; "Ile did not tell me that he -,as going away. Where has he gone to?" "I can't tell you that, sir. I lost him. But I'll tell you where he hasn't gone---and that is to Taxton-on-Thames." "I didn't expect he would go there. But it does not matter. I have my hands full, without thinking of Garth. I leave him to you. In the meantime good-bye. lam off to Damington." Fanks arrived at Damington about five o'clock, and put up at "The Pretty Maid" inn as he had done before when following Binjoy in the disguise of a parson. But thanks to his cleverness in "making up" no one at the inn suspected that he was the same man. The landlady—a genial soul, with a plump person and a kindly face, quite an ideal landlady of the Dickens type—welcomed him without suspicion, as a gentleman come down for the fishing ; and she detailed all the gossip of the neighbouehood. She was especially conversant with the affairs of Sir Louis Fellesiger. "Such a nice gentleman," said Mrs. Prisom ; "rather melaneholy and given to bard study, which ain't good for a young man. But he comes here at times, and takes a glass, with a kind word, and a smile always. "Does Dr. Binjoy come over with him?" said Fanks. "Oh, yes, sir; I am sorry to see that the doctor ain't well lately; he looks pale and mopey-like. Seems as if he had something on his mind." "And what do you think he has on his mind, Mrs. Prisom?" "Well, it ain't for me to say, sir, but, I should think as he was sorry he and Sir Louis dirtnot get on so well together as they might." "What makes you think they do not get on so well?" said Fanks, pricking up his ears. "It is the way they look at one another," said Mrs. Prisom reflectively. "And they say Dr. Binjoy is going away; though what Sir Louis will do without him I don't know." "Dr. Binjoy going away," murmured Franks, rather stai lied ; "now what is that for?" Mrs. Prisom could not tell hint ; she could only say that the doctor was departing from Mere Mall that day week, and that it was reported in the village that he had quarrelled seriously with Sir Louis. "Though, of course," added Mrs; Prisom, "it may not. be true." "I must see to this," thought Fanks. "I wonder if this sudden departure has anything to do with the murder. Is it a case of thieves falling out? I must keep my eves open." After which resolution he asked 'the landlady if she was well acquainted with the Fellenger "I should think so," said Mrs. Prisom with pride. "I knew that poor young man who was murdered in that wicked London as well as I know myself. A noble gentleman, but wild ; ah, me," sighed Mrs. Prisom, "just like his father." "Did you know Sir Gregory's father?" "Did I know Sir Gregory's father?" echoed Mrs. Prisom contemptuously. "Do I know the nose on my face, sir? The late Sir Francis and myself were playmates. Yes, you may well look astonished, sir, but it is the trath. I was the daughter of the steward at Mere Hall, and I was brought up with the late Sir Francis almost like brother and sister. I could tell you many a good story of him," finished Mrs. Prison], with a nod and