The Cotton Factory Times. — 1901-08-16 (Manchester, Greater Manchester, England)

DISCOVERY.  The unexpected energy displayed by Snark with regard to the girl Samson necessitated a slight change of intention on Guy's part. He had meant to return to Edinburgh that night, but the necessity for seeing Mrs. Roy, the lady into whose wise care he meant to consign his rescued gutter-flower, compelled him to remain in Glasgow over-night. That matter satisfactorily settled, he at once sought a hotel, and retired—not, indeed, to sleep, for in his excited state of mind slumber was impossible, but to think out exhaustively the meaning and bearing on his friend's fate of this new and startling development of the mystery surrounding the death of George Bryden. One thing there was above all others that seemed to him to destroy the last lingering doubt of Arnold's innocence that might still have existed in the minds of those who knew him, That thing was the discovery of Millen's real name. Unconsciously, perhaps, that last word, broken in two by death on the lips of the murdered man, had rankled in Guy's mind all along, keeping alive the sense of uneasiness. Now, in the light of Snark's revelation, that darkest shadow became the brightest and clearest portion of the case. Ar— would stand for Arrol equally as well as Arnold—this difference being noted, that the balance of probability ley wholly in the direction of the former.  But then a new question arose, claiming en answer that was not easily given. How could George come to know that Milieu's name was A.rrol ? Had he ever known Millen himself prior to that fatal meeting in the library? Only in one way could Guy approach a solution, and that was that George had overheard some part of a conversation between Lady Brydeu and the murderer. And if that had really been the case, did it not throw an additional horror of dark and sinister suspicion upon Lady Brvden herself?  Tired out at last with the feverish creatings of his own brain, he went to bed and tried to sleep, an effort that did not reach accomplishment until far on in the morning.  On entering the Dundas-street approach to the railway station nest day, his attention was drawn to the figure of a short, burly man walking along a few paces before him. The figure seemed familiar, and with some little access of curiosity Guy endeavoured to obtain a glimpse of the stranger's face. This he did not accomplish until both were on the platform, when in the other he recognised Snark.  Guy was inclined to beriastidious regarding those with whom he associated, but on this occasion had no hesitation in approaching the other with is cordial greeting. Much to his surprise, Snark stared at him without a sign of recognition in his bloodshot eyes, then turned on his heel and walked away. A little astonished, and, to tell the truth, annoyed by the other's strange behaviour, Guy stood looking after his retreating figure for a space, then with a shrug of his shoulders turned to the bookstall for the purpose of procuring the morning papers. _ _  4 He encountered some little delay, with the result that he had only time to rub to the nearest compartment when the train started.  HM fellow-travellers he found to be three in IltIM• bar—one of them, by an odd coincidence, proving to be Snark.  The face of the lodging-honse keeper still maintained its aspect of stolid calm, and although hie eyes rested on those of Guy more than once, he betrayed no consciousness of the latter's presence. With a feeling compounded of mingled irritation and amazement, Guy opened and began to read his papers, resolving, however, that Snack should answer one or two questions before they lost eight of each other.  (To be continued.)