Northern Weekly Gazette. — 1909-05-01 (Stockton-on-Tees, Cleveland, England)

ELLEN LEYS,  CHAPTER X. THE NATURAL CONCLUSION.  , , • FSCP-R7ER, breathless and ' pale, his coat flying open and disclosing his evening dress, presented a ertrange sight. to • the landlord of the Blue Fox and the small company of rustic idlens assembled in the 44i tap-room. In a few words he fb reinj. No* 4 told of his discovery, but his suggestion that. the dead body ehould be brought to the inn met with no approvaL The landlord positively declined to allow this, or to do anythg in the matter until a policeman and a doctor had. been fetched. Ile proposed to drive off at once to the police station at Queen's Langley in a ramshackle gig he possessed, and to bring hank a doctor, while he sent his boys to look for the resident constable. _ _ _  "No-doctor can help him.. now," said Leyeegtor. "Do you know who he ie., sill" the man asked, as he vras Carting.  _ "A relation of Mr Fencing's. I believe," answered Leyoester, in a low tone. "A ease of suicide I fear." "Lord save us: llachet you better send word to theltouse, sir?" 'Yes. You're right." _ _  A woodraan who worked on the Vyners' property volunteered •to take a note, arui Leyeester waited impatiently at the inn, not liking to go away, but with a strong dista.ste for the -unpleasant task that had fallen to him.  lie was expected to dinner at Colonel Vaughan's, and would have liked to send a message, but he reflected that the few men available would be required to -remove the body when the landlora came back.  The messenger to Vynerre did not loiter on his way. In. less than half an hour the clatter of hoofs sounded on the hard road, and Mr Penning rode up, hie usually cheerful faoe wearing an expression of pain. "This is awful news, Leycester," he said, as the young man came out to meet him. "I suppose tbeae's no doubt that the poor fellow is dead?" —None at all, I'm sorry to say!" answered Leyocster.  "Nance tells me," Mr Fenning whispered., bending down so that his words only reached Ley. eester, "thßt he was suffering from a disappointment in love. He was very moody at the last with us—not at all like his brother."  "I cant understand a man being suth a fool," rejoined Leycester.  "Nor I. Why can't a fellow take a erre 'No' like a man, and have done with it? Ishould have thought Ronald had more ' "Boos Mrs Fenning know?" "Tat& It WAS no good making a mystery. I shall have him carried up to the house, poor fellew. Could you show me where he is?" "Yes. If you think we shouldn't wait." "No—no. I can't bear the idea of his lying there—"  Mr Penning dismounted, and the two men walked along the road, past The Falcon's Nest and up the groen. lanp.  Up above, in the light of the moon a man was Inlay rifling the pockets of the dead man, possessing himself of his purse and watch chain, and chuckling with satisfaction over the discovery of a Pocketbook in which was a bank-note. The Plunderer was a wretched-looking object, ragged and gaunt, with eyes of ra.vening. His hands shook as he fingered the few valuables he had found; then suddenly a. thought seemed to strike him. He put back the watch and chain, emptied the ptive of some of its, contents, and replaced it. He had removed the bank-note, and was about to Testore the pocket-book, when the sound of voices in the lane startled him from the aruecome task.  ( ,',-,i)