The Warwickshire Herald. — 1899-10-26 (Birmingham, West Midlands, England)

CHAPTER XIV. and night. he lodged!" he asked; and then, as if in answer opportunity of getting into the house. He was nie . "How 'does his grandson stand that 'tied 'of to her noterised look: "I—l—am thinking df watching you and Mrs. Rayner from the other side 1,„ MR. rainless 11111.02/—CONTINUSIX reading op A little mineralogy--in case I ever go of the street, most likely, while you were walking in The identity of the spectacled lodger in Dynevor- - , thing'" I asked, back to the goldfields—and I shoat like to Irridt, up and down ; and he may have crossed the street, do street with Oliver Greswold—a writer and speaker "lie lute to stand it, as long as vomiter lives, *of decent todgings near the Museum." and slipped in at the half-open door while you and upon Socialistic and philanthropic subjects, of he don't want to be cut off with an angry shill*. "I don,t remember the address—l doubt 11' I she were absorbed in that last farewell." some repute in his own particular circle, having Everybody except the master lorows that Mr. ever heard it. -lie was with my father every day, "Yee--that might hare been. She was crying, i been established by a fluke, it became my business ()beer don't believe in nothing bot earthwornusend andsre4and no occasion to write to him, Btet, 111 and I took a handkerchief from my breast pocket, ' Climbing plants, and such like; I've rent the to discover his connection, if any, with the mur- . ask him, if you like." and lifted her veil, while I dried her tears. My books on the table by his bed; int he has to go to ii tiered young woman on the other side of the streetThe fact that his residence in an obscure Blooms- church, and to eat cold beef and salad on Sunda Mute don't; he meild think me a trodlelesome back was towards the doorstep. Anyone rid& Fs fool. Here comes Miss Borrodaile. She will say hare gone in at that moment. I watched her —or he'd soon get the key of the street—instead of . bury lodging-house was a secret and stealthy bust- lam thundering you from looking at the pictures." she went in two minutes afterwards, and heard nese was amply proved by the alias and the dark the latchkey that has never beer allowed him." "f am always glad to talk to anyone who is door shut firmly behind her. The murderer • spectacles. I took occasion to see the gentleman Nothing had ever been .heard of the vanished interested in my father's work," she said. here been hiding in the dark passage. I n seeveral times after Mr. Wildovees discovery, and daughter in the Clapkani household. If the father ireaold called at Mr. Faunce's suburban villa that there was no gas, and wondered whether I never saw him wearing spectacles, or even using knew her fate--whether she were living or dead— that evening, and related his 'conversation with were candle and twitches ready for her in t an eyeglass; nor could I hear from anybody that he kept his own evangel. None of her belongings Lady Violet, but Ramon 'received the communica- sir whether she would have to grope her he had ever worn one or the other. His uncle's —clothes, trinket* girlish possessions—lliad ever •tion quite coolly. stairs in the dark. I was so storey for ' old manservant with whom I became very friendly been taken out of the .house. They were there "The man would haven() accoent for his absence was only natural I should think of 0 in my casual way, told me that Mr. Olivet had aftersthirty years, mouldering in the sealed