Widnes Examiner. — 1901-07-05 (Widnes, Cheshire, England)

LAW."  The parley only lasted a moment more. Disregerding the butler and footmen who averred that their master was out, the men pushed by these dignitaries in the hail, and commenced to ascend the stairs. As they did 40, Low quietly closed his door, which he had partially opened to listen, and turned the key. He heard tha men searching the various rooms for him. At length they came to his room and tried the door. , , "Open in the name of the law," shouted Perkins, but Low kept perfectly still. "I don't believe there's anyone in there," spoke the constable's voice. "It's only a small room by the look of it. Let's search that bedroom over there again." But the strangely familiar voice 'broke in. "No, no. This is his favourite resort. Demand entrance once more, and if that doesn't do burst the door . open." Again was Low called upon to open, and still he maintained his silence. Suddenly Kitty's child raised its voice in one piteous cry. It was enough for theinen outside. Upon the lock fell' the heavy blows of sticks, and the utmost force was exerted to burst opetf the door. At last the hinges creaked, the lock bufst, and the way was clear. Low stood in the Middle of the room. He had searched the place in vain forarevolver, but when be had found one, diseevered that he had left all his cartridges downstairs. In. default he had seized the poker, and stood prepared to defend his liberty, and, if possible, to make a dash for it. But at the sight that met his eyes the poker dropped from his hands and he reeled back in horror. For the first man to enter the room was his cousin, Martin Fenwick, the convict reported dead at Smilehurst, and whose funeral Low had attended—no ghostly visitant, but Martin Fenwick, in flesh and blood, grey haired and aged, perhaps, yet the true Martin Fenwick, alive and well, the lawful master of Fenwick Chase and affianced lover of Grace 'Tendon. _  ----With n gasp he fell back from before his cousin, making no attempt at defence, and in a trice the otHers were upon him, and he was a prisoner. "I arrest you for the murder of Squire Fenwick and Harold Manton," said the constable.  Low made an effort to recover himself. He stammered out his innocence and his absolute ignorance of any such individual as Harold Manton, but little heed was taken of his words, for the men had fourd. Kitty lying prostrate in the chair and the child by her side, crying lustily, and were doing what they could to restore consciousness to the one and hush the cries of the other. The servants had crowded frightened around the door.  "Take this woman to one of the bedrooms," said "artin, "and send for the nearest actor."  -'orders were obeyed with alacrity. InetincwidaV the servants recognised his tone of authority and hurried to do his bidding. "And now, constable," said he, "I am at your service. lam free to be arrested as a convict at large. Do your duty. I have had freedom long enough to attain the ends at which I aimed. I can well afford to suffer imprisonment a little longer." He looked at Low, who had never taken his eyes off his cousin.  "Not dead! Not dead!" gasped Low. His eyes expressed the wonder he felt, and Martin answered it.  "Still alive," he said. "No thanks to.you. You thought you had done for me when you fired that dastardly shot at Bernard Bay." Low started, but recovered himself. "I don't know what you are talking about," he said. "Then I will make it more clear to you. You remember firing at me twice as I ran through the forest. You remember tracking me through the tangle of trees to the open country. You remember the shepherd's hut on the hill, and meeting a pikel coming down the bridle path. 'But you little know that the man you pursued on the further side of the hill was not worth a single shot to you. Neither do you know that the man whose, life you coveted was the yokel who doubled on y-ig and saw , you shoot 1t:. friend in the back, saw hi-s reel and fall into the water, saw you throw your revolver out into the tide as you heard footsteps approach4sg and followed you as you ran off across the