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atsoever a an. owet By WI^ CHAPTER XXVII. The House of Doom. On arrival at Clipsoten-street oar first in. 4oiry was to ascertain whether the place was ■Qbabited. While we waited around the corner in Great Portland-street, one of Pickering's men ap- proached and rang the bell, bat thoogh he teDeated the summons several times, tbere was ao response. Then, with easy agility, he climbed over the railings and disappeared into the area. Leaving the second man to give us warning if Via were noticed, Pickering and myself saun- tered along to the bonse. it was nearly eleven o'clock, and there were few passers-by,- yet we did not wish to be dis- covered, for our investigations were to be made "trictly in secret, prior to the police taking action. Was I acting judiciously, I wondered? Would the revelation I had made reflect upon Sybil herself ? Would these men who used that house burl against her a terrible and relentless ven- aetta ? Whether wisely or an wisely, however, I had jottitated the inqairy, and could not now draw back. The inspector himself took the small bag con- fining a serviceable looking housebreaker's jemmy and other tools, and as we came to the Area handed it down to the man below. Then both of us scrambled over the locked gate. and descended the steps to the abasement door by which it had been dacided to enter. The idinin-clothes man was something of a mechanic, I could see, for be was soon at work "Don the Jock, yet although he tried for a fall Quarter of an boar to open the door, it resisted All his efforts. It's bolted," he declared at last, wiping the OersDiration from bis brow. We must try the front door. That's, no donbt. only on the IlLteb. If we force this they'll know we've been here, while if we force the latch we can put Jbat right again before we leave." Very well, Edwards," was the inspector's tepb. Go up alone and do it. It won't do for oa both to be up with you. Force the latch, and let us trust to lack to be able to put it light again. We'll have to lay a trap here—of that I feel sure." The man ascended to the door above as, bat Iftileely bad be done so when via beard the toatfte cry of Star '—extra ape-shall," from the further end of the iitreet- the pre-arranged IIJlloal warning us of someone approaching, Edwards therefore slipped down the steps and walked in the opposite direction until the two teen who had entered the street had passed. Then Edwards sprang up the steps again, "nd after trying the lock with a number of keys We suddenly heard a low crack, and then tbere Was silence. All right," he whispered to us over the rail- lriga, and a minute later we were standing inside the dark hall of the house wherein I bad so nearly lost my life. Edwards closed the door behind us noiselessly, and we were compelled to grope forward in the pitch darkness, for the inspector deemed it wise to draw down the blinds before lighting our lanterns, for (ear our taovements should attract notice from withont. Edwards entered the front room on the right, stumbling over some farnitnre, and palled down the dark bolland blind, while a moment later a tipping on the front door announced the arrival of the man who hLd been watching to cover on? Movements. The policemen's lanterns, when lit, revealed lkti old-fashioned room furnished solidly in leather-a dining-room, though there were no evidences of it having been recently used. Behind it, entered bv folding-doors, was another titting-room with heavy well-worn furniture covered with old-fashioned horsehair. In the toomwaatt modern roll-top writing-table, the drawers of which Pickering reserved for future investigation. Be careful of the stairs," I said, as Edoards Started to ascend tbem. "The dangerous ones tui0 nearly at the top of the second story. There's 80 danger on the first floor." All right, air," replied the.man. I'll bs wary, you bet I" and we clitnbod to the first floor, )he rooms of which, to one surprise, wore all empty, devoid of any furniture save two or three broken chairs. In one room wis a cupboard, which, however, was locked. Again we turned to the stairs, Edwards and his tompanion ascending each atairelowly and Irving the one higher with their bands. They were covered with new carpet of art green, different to the first flight, which were covered in red. When a little more than half wRy up to the top landing, Edwards eoddoniy eMiaimed Here it is, air I and instantly we ascended to bis side. Kneeling on the staiis, he pressed bis bands on the step above, whereupon that portion of the Ylta6irway up to the landing swung forward upon a hinge, disclosing a black abyss beneatii. I looked into is and shnddered. Even Picker- ing himself could not restrain an expression of surprise and horror when he realisect how can. ningly planned was that death trap. The first six stairs from the top seemed to bang upon binges from the landing. Therefore, with the Weight of a peison upon them they would fall forward and pitch the nnfcrtnnate victim back- Wards before be could grasp thebandrail, causing him to fall into the pit below. Well," remarked Pickering, amazed, as be Dashed open the stairs and peered into the dark blackness below. Of all the devilish con. trivances I've ever seen in any twenty-one years' experience in London, this is one of the most simple, and yec the most ingenious and moat fata! No doubt there's a secret way to render the Stair,i secure," I remarked. No doubt. Hnt as we don't know it, Edwards, one of yon had better go down and get something to lay over the staira,-a piece of board, a table—anything that's long enough. Wa don't want to be pitched down there ouiselves." No, lIir," remarked Edwards' companion, Whose name was Marvin. "I wouldn't like to be, for one. But I daresay lots of 'em have Bone down there at times." Most probably," snapped the inspector, dis- missing the man at once to get the board, Bring np the jemmy as well," he added, over 4be bannisters. We may want it." A few minutes later the two men brought up a long oak settle from the ball, and bridging the fatal gulf, held it in position, while we passed over, not, however, without difficulty, as the in- cline was so great. Then when we were over we held it while they also scrambled up. To the left was a closed door-the room from which had come the sound of Eric's voice on that fatal night. I recognised it in a moment, foe it "all pale green, picked out in a darker shade. I opened it. and Pickering snone his la nan "ithin. The blinds were up, but Edwards rnahed 4,2d pulled them down. Then, on glancing round, saw it was a pretty woll-furnished rocm, another sittiog-room, quite different fiom those balow, as it was decorated in modern taate with furniture covered with pliole yellow silk and com- fortable easy chairs, as though its owners were fond of luxury. The odonr of state cigars still j hung in the curtains. Perhaps it was the varn- Pire's den, a place where he could at all events be safe from intrusion with those fatal stairs' between him and the street. I explained my theory to the inspector, and he Was inclined to agree with me. Upon the floor lay a copy of an evening paper Imsarly a month old, while the London dust over Overything told us that at least it had not been occupied recently. In that room poor Eric bad defied his captors. looked eagerly around for any traces of him. pfea. My eye fell noon one object—a silver cigar- t tte case that I had given him two years ago. I The tell-tale object was lying upon the mantle- ,W»elf unheeded, tossed tbere, perhsps, on the Mght of the crime. I handed it to Pickering and told him the >rnth. I A very valuable piece of evidence, sir," was •he inspector's leply, placing it in bis pocket. We shall get at the bottom of the affair now, epend upon it. The only thing is, we mustn't ct too eagerly. We rpast have them all-or one; that's my opinion." I Tllea, with his tfoo men, he methodically probed the rcospi they carefally replacing eFerytbmg as they found it m a manner which Jttowed them to be expert investigators of crime, ^tjdeed, while Pickering was an inspector of the two men were sergeants of tha branch °f the Criminal Investigation Department at- tli bed to the station. They examined quite a 3enterogenous collection of thiogs—the usual things one finds in a man's rooms. From a "rfcwor in a kind of sideboard I took out a' cl'«antity of letters, beneath which Z I found a ^wnjn'a necklice, a magnificent antique thing jn diamonds and emeralds, which had apparently hurriedly concealed there, and perhaps for- SottSn. ,Pi aring took it in his band, and examined it Jose 0 his lamp. Ri^al, without a doubt, and a coatly one, too. Been A iken off some rich woman, perhaps. See, the sni,P has been brcken. Perhaps they are kltl%id ($6,git rid of it at once, so are keeping it. illor ttiie present, let's put it back." As replaced it I saw in the corner of the a ring—a gold one with an engraved ai*- '>at. This I at oonce lecogn/sed as poor *■ «* '} signet ring. odllcale1 among papers, pamphlets, string, "dicine bottles and other odds and ends, were J$?r art'c^ea of jewellery, mostly costly." a 8everftl beautiful ropee of pearls. t. i* they, wo wondered, the spoils of the nd t What bad been the fate of Eric Dpmville ? Had hd been entrapped there, despoiled, as others bad been, and then allowed to descend those fatal stars to his doom. That was Pickering's opinion, just as it was mine. I longed to be allowed time to inspect the few letters beneath which the emerald necklace had been concealed, bnt Pickering urged me on, say- ing that we had yet much to do before morning. So we entered the other room* leading from the landing, but all were disappoiating-all save one. The door was opposite that wherein Eric had faced his enemies, and when we opened it we saw that it was a dirty faded place which had once been a bedroom, but there was now neither bedstead or beading. Upon the floor was an old drab threadbare carpet, in the centre of which wan a large dark stain. Look I" I cried, pointing to it, and bending to examine it more closely. Yes, I see," remarked the inspector, direct- ing his lamp lull upon it. That's blood, sir -blood without the least doobt Blood," I gasped. Then Domville was probably invited in here, and struck down by those fienclo--tbts brotes." Edwards went on bis knees, and by the aid of bis lamp examined the stain mora carefully, touching it with his fingers. It's hardly quite dry, even now," he re- marked. It's soaked right in-through the boards probably." 1 stood apalled at tbe sight of that gruesome evidence of a crime. 1 was not familiar with lineh revolting sights, as were my companions. How, I wondered, bad Etic been struck down ? What motive bad Sybil's friend in reporting that he was alive and in Paiis, when be was not t Pickering, in the meanwhile, made a tonr of the room. From a chair that had recently been broken he concluded that the peraon attacked had defended himself with it desperately, while there was a great rent in one of the dirty lace curtains that hung st the window, and it was Bligbtly bloodstained, as though it had got caught in the struggle. The lalilt room we examined, which lay at the rear of the house, presented another peculiar feature, inasmuch as it was entirely bare save a. table, a chair, and a meagre bed, a ad it showed signs of rather recent occupation. Beside the grate was a cooking-pot, while Oil the table a dirty plate, a jog and a knife showed that Its occupant bad cooked his own food. Pickering made a tour of the place, throwing the light of his lantern into every corner, examin- ing the plate, and taking up some articles of man's clothing that lay in confusion noon the bed. Then snddeniv he stopped, exclaiming Why, somebody's been kept a prisoner here. Look at the bars before the window, and see, the door is covered with sheet icon, and strengthened. The bolts, too, show that whoever was put in nere couldn't escape. This place is a prison, that's evident," and taking up a piece of hard stale bread from the table, he added, anj this JS the remains of the prisoner's last meal. Where is be now, I wonder ?" Down below," suggested the detective, Edwards. I fear so," the inspectorsaid, and taking me to the window, showed me how it only looked out upon the roof of tbe next bouse, and. in such a position that the shouts of anyone confined tbere woald never be beard. "They probably keep their victims here to extort money, and then when they bad drained them dry they gave them their liberty. They went downstairs," he added grimly, but they uever gained the street." CHAPTER XXVIII. Brings Us Face to Face. Pickering was essentially a man of action. We must go down that hols and explore," ho said, determinedly. We must know the whole of the secrets of this place before we go farther, Edwards, just slip round to the station and get that rope-ladder we used in the Char) otte-o greet affair. Bring more rope, as it may be too short. And bring P.O. liortou with you. Toll him to take his revolver. Look sharp." Very well, sir," replied the man, who clam- bered over the settle and down the stairs, leaving 08 there to await his return. Time passed slowly^ in that lark, gruesome bouse, and at each noise we halted breathlessly in expectation of the return of Parham or one of his friends. Returning to the room wherein Eric Domville had so gallantly defied bid enemies, we resumed our search, and from beneath the coach the con- stable drew forth tbe square brown-paper parcel which Winsloe had obtained from the house called Koymer, and handed over to Parham. Pickering, in a trice, cut the string with 12is pocket-knife, and within found a small square wooden box nailed down. The jimmy soon forced it open. w'u&i: (here was revealed a large packet of papers neaity.tied with pink tape which on beiog opened showed that they were a quantity of negotiable foreign securities, mostly French. The proceeds of aomo robbery, most eer tainly," declared Pickering, examining one after the other, and inquiring of me their true character, he being ignorant of French. I expect the intention is to negotiate them in the City," I remarked, after I had besn through them and rougbly calculated that their value was about twenty thousand pounds. Yes. We'll pat them back and see who returns to fetch them. There's evidently a wide- spread conspiracy hero, and it's fortunate, Mr Hughes, that you've been able at last to fix the house. By Jove," the inspector added with a smile, we ourselves couldn't have done better- indeed, we couldn't have done as viall as yoa did." I only hope that we shall discover what has become of my friend Domville," 1 eaid. I intend that his death aball not go unavenged. Be was in this room, I'll swear to that. I'd know his voice among teu thousand. "We Bhall mee," remarked the officer, confl- dently. 11 First let ua explore and discover bow they got rid of tbair victims. I only hope nobody will return while we are beicw. If they do, Horton and Marvin will arreaf them. We'!) take Edwards down with na." While the constable Marvin repacked the precious box to replace it, Pickering and myself went to the drawer and looked over'tbe tetters.. Many of them wsre unimportant and incompre- lionsible, until one I opened written noon blue- gre.v notepaper bearing the heading Harewolde Abbey, Elarefordabire." It was in the well- known handwriting of Sybil Burnot. Amazed, I read eagerly as follows Yes. Fred Kioghorue is here. He is an American, and beyond the Maratons, has, I believe, no friends in England. He is an ex- cellent bridge plttyer, and has won heavily this week. He has told me that he is engaged to a girl named Appletonj daughter of a Wall- street broker, and that shu and her mother are to meet him in Naples on the twentieth, for a tour in It tly. He leave? bete next Saturday, and will stay at the Cecil for ten days prior to leaving for Italy. He is evidently very well- off, and one of the reasons he is in England is to buy some jewellery as a wediling present for hia bride. The Marstons tell me that he is the s^n of old Jacob Kingborne, the great GaJifornian financier. I hope this information will satisfy you.-B." Harewolde, as all the world knows, was one of the centrbB of the smart set. The Marstons entertained the royalties frequently, and there were rumours of bridge-parties and high stakes. Why bad Sybil ghen this curious information ? Had the youne man Kinghorne been marked down as one of the vietime, and enticed to that fatal houxe ? There was no envelope, and the commencement of the letter was abrupt, as though it had been enclosed with some unsuspicious communi- cation. Having read it, I laid it down without comment, for it was my last desire to iucrimi- Iia.*e.'he poor unhappy woman, who, sborn of her brilliancy, was now leading such a strange and lowly life in that dull South London street. Yet could it be possible that she had acted for those blackguards as their secret agent in society ? The suggestion held me stupefied. At last Edwards aeconded the stairs with Horton, and another constable in plain clothes, and scrambled across the settle to where we stood. Ha carried in his hSDd a strong ladder of silken rope-wbich Pickering incident- ally remarked had once been the property of Crisp, the notable Llampstead burglar- together with another lantern, a ball of string, and a length of stout rope. Marvin and Edwards recrossed the improvised bridge, while Pickering, Horton and myaelf re- mained upon the lauding. Then, when we drew the settle away the two men pressed upon tbe etaiis, causing the whole to move forward upon the hinges at the edge of the landing and diBcloaing the black abyss. As soon as the pres- sure was released, however, the stairs swung back into their place again, there being either a spring or a counter-balancing weight beneath. This was the first difficulty that faced as, bat it was soon overcome by inserting the settle when the stairs were pushed apart, thus keeping them open. To the stout oak pillar which formed the head of the banister Pickering fixed the iops ladder ifrmly, autt with Marvin Hied its strength. I'll go down first, air," volunteered Edvwva r,le. Yon've got Llia lantern, Will you light it and let it down by the tllllg alter me ?" So with all of us breathlessly exesited the eilketi ladder waa thrown across to Edwards, whose round face beamed at the project of sibter- ranean exploration. Then, when the hup was lit and tied upon the string, be put his foot into tbe ladder, swung himself over the edge of the stairs and descended into the da.rknes8,.Pickerinl( lowering the lamp after him. We stood peering down at his descending figure, bot could discern but little eave the glimmering of the light, and the slow twinging bo ladder,: like a. pendulum. Great Mosea I" we beard "jHculate in amazement. Yet down, down, down he went, until it became apparent that he must have reached the end of the ladder, and now be sliding down the extra length of rope which Pickering had attached. All right, air," came np bU voice, sounding caverOOCA from the pitch darkness. "It's a jolly fanny palce down here, an' no mistake. Will yoa come down ? 1'01 releasing the lantern, Send down another, please. We'll want it." Pickering hauled In the string, attached Mar- vin's bull's-eye to it, and let it down again at once. The pit was of great depth, as shown by the length of cord. Then with an agility which vould have done credit to a much younger man, ÍJe swans: himself over on to the ladder. If you'd like to come down, Mr Hughes, yon mn follow mo," he exclaimed, as be disappeared into tbe darkness. Horton, hold your light over me. You two stay here. If anybody enters the place, arrest them quickly," Very well, sir," answered tbe man Horton, and the inspector went deeper down until only the trembling of the ladder betokenad bI" pre- sence there. All right, Mr Hughos. Come down, but be careful," he cried op presently, his voico sound- ing far away. have to slide down the roce for the last twelve feet or 10. Cling tight, and ba all right." I grasped the ladder, placed my foot into the first loop, and then with the lipht held over mo, went down, down, first into a place which seemed large and cavernous, and presently down a kind of circular well with black slimy walls which seemed to descend into tbe very bowel" of the earth. Below I could ber& tbe sound of rushing waters, but above tbem waa the inspector's encouraging voice, crying, All right. Now then, take the rope in your legs and slip straight down." I did ao, and a moment later found myself up to my knees in an icy cold stream, which sweet and gurgled about me. Pickering and bis Aasiatant stood at mv side, their iamps shining upon the dark subterranean flood. Is this the place yon remember ?" asked the inspector, shining his bull's-eye^ aronnd, and revealing that we were at the bottom of a kind of circular well which had on either aide two low arches or culverts. From the right the water rushed in with a swirling current, and by the opposite culvert it rushed oat, gargling and fillline the arch almost to its keystone. I saw that all the black slimy maaonry wa. of long flat IItoneø-a relic of ancient London it seemed to be. This isn't the place where I found myself," I said, much surprised. No, I suppose not," remarked tbe inspector. This is fresh water, from a spring somewhere, and through that ancient culvart there's prob. ably a communication with the main aower. When you fell, you were swept down there and otit into tbe main aawer at once-like a good many othera who have come down bere. It's anr awful death trap. Look up there," aad he shone bia lamp above my head, Don't yon aee that a bar of iron has been driven into the wall-and driven tbere recently, too, orit would have ruated a.way long ago in this damp." Well ?"I said, not quite following him. That's been put there so that the vcitims, in falling from the great height should strike against it, and be rendered unconscious before reaching the water. Look There's a bit of white stoff on it now-like silk from a lady's evening dress." And ante enough I saw at the end of that iron bara pieceof whitaatuff fluttering in the draught, the grim'relic of some nnfortunate woman who bad gone unconsciously to ber death. The dank, graesome place horrified me. Its terrible secrets held all three of ua appalled. Even Pickering himself shuddered. To explore further is quite impossible," he said. That culvert leads into tho main sewer, ao we mnst leave its exploration to the sewer- men. Lots of springs, of course, fall into tha sewers, but tbe exact apota of tbeir origin are un. known. They were found and connected when the sewers were oonstructed, and that's all. My own opinion," he added, is that thi" place waa originally the well of an ancient hoasa, and that tbe blackguards discovered it in the cellar, ex- plored it, ascertained that anything placed in it would be sucked down into that culvert, and then they opened np a way right throngh to the stairs." Tbe inspector's theory appeared to me to be a sound one. I expressed fear of tbe rising of the water with the automatic flushing of the sewers, bnt be pointed out that where we stood must be on a slightly higher level, judging from the way the water rushed away down the culvert, while on the aide of the well there was no recent mark of higher water, thus bearing out bis ideaXof a spring. Edwards Bwarmed up tbe rope and managed to detach the piece of ailk from the iron bar. WThen ba handed it to us we saw that though faded and dirty, it bad Deen a piece of rich brocade, pale bine upon a cream ground, while attached waa a tiny edging of pale bloe cbiffoo-from a woman's corsage, Pickerintr declared h to be-perhaps a scrap of the dress of the owner of that emerald necklet up above. After » minute inspection of the grim ancient walJswhlcb rose from a. channel of rook worn smooth by the action of tbe waters of ages, Pickering swarmed up the dangling rope, gained the ladder, and climbed back again, an example which I quickly followed, although my lega were so chilltd to the bone by the icr water that at first I fouud considerable difficulty in ascend- ing. Having gained the landing and been followed by Edwards, we drew up the ladder, lemoved tbe settle, allowed the fatal stairs to close again and then bridged it over aa before, While we had been below Horton, who was a, practised carpenter, bad mended tbe Jatch of ths front door, so that there should be no sat- picion of our entry. We all clambered across the settle, descended the stairs to tbe kaiement, and were soon engaged in aearching the down- stairs rooms and cellar. We bad found that tbe communication between tbe head of the well and tbe top of the boose was a rougbly constructed shaft of boards wben, of a sudden, while stand- ing at the foot of the kitchen ataira we were startled by hearing tbe sharp click of a key in the lock ot the front door aboe. In an instant we were silent, and stood to- gether breathless and listening. The dark slide alipped across the balFe-eve. It was truly aa exciting moment. Pickering, followed by Edwards and Marvin, crept noiseleBsly up the siairs, and while the person entering apparently bad some difficulty with the lock. they waited in the darkness. I stood behind the inspector, my heart beating quickly, listening intently. It was H n exciting moment standing ready in the pitch blackness of that silent house of doom. The latch caught, probably on account of its recent disarrangement, bat at last tbe hey lifted it, the door opened, somebody entered the ball, and quietly re-cloaed the door. Next instant Pickering sprang from bis hid- ing-place, crying I arrest yon on saapioion of being impli- cated in certain caseaof wilful murder committed in this bouse." Horton at that same moment flnshed bis lamp fall upon the fa.ce ol the person who had en- tered there so stealthily, and who, startled by the dread accusation, stood glaring like some wild animal brought to bay, bat motionless as though turned to atone. The lamp-flash revealed a white, haggard counteuanae. I saw it. I recognised it. A Jond crv of borror and amazement esceped me. Was I dreaming ? No. It was no dream, but a stern living reality—a truth that bewil- dered and staggered me utterly—a rim, awful truth which deprived me of the Dower of speech. (To be continued.)

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