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[PUBLISHED BY SPECIAL ARRANGEMENT.] I THE UNINVITED j GUEST. I BY FLORENCE STACPOOLE. I Author of "The King's Diamond," "The Mystery of the Manor House, &c., &c. [COPYRIGHT.] I CHAPTER XIX. "Temperattue 104 degrees! Oh, Dr. Robens, you don t. say so:" For answer the physician handed the thermome- ter to the lady. You can read it as well as I can, Mrs. Glaze- brook; it is qui-La reliable." "Merciful goodness: What is the matter with him' she exoiajmedi with agitation. "Pneumonia!" answered tne doctor laconically. In spite of hex love of doctoring, Mrs. Glaze- brook felt somewhat overwhelmed. To have an unknown man in serious danger in the house -would have been bad enough even if he had not been '"wanted" by the police. "Where doe-s you friend live?" asked tiie doc- tor abruptly. This was even more overwhelming, and for nearly a minute the unfortunate lady was entirely nonplussed. The fugitive interested her in- tensely. The thought of the police taking him was as horrible to her as it was to her daughter. That she might be committing a serious breach of the law and laying herself open to its pains and penalties never occurred to her for a moment. She was as ignoiant of the penal statutes of h-r counrry as most, women are. Sho looked upon j sheltering a. person in danger of becoming a prisoner aa a charitable act, not an illegal, one. The doctor was applying his stethoscope to his patient's heart, so he did not notice her distur- i ij&ncc nor the little delay in answering his ques- "Goodness forgive me! I shall have to tell a lib &he thought. That it was told m the bleased cause of charity was some assuage ment to her conscience. He is an acquaintance of ours," she said. "But his howher-a is it? He must be got home at one,- if it is in the neighbourhood." "But it is not, doctor; it is a long way off." This, probably, was quite true, she thought with some comfort. "Oh. he is on a visit—eh? This is very unfor- tuna-te for you, Mrs. Glazebrook-very." "It can't be helped. Dr. Roberts.' "He carr't be moved any distance—there is no hospital nearer than Landon-thirty miles off. Ho must be put to bed at once. Are you pre- pared for that, and to have a nurse in the house?" The doctor s-poke rapidly; he was a busy m.a..1 of blunt manners. "19 a nurse necessary?" she asked. "Absolutely-two probably:" "What on earth will Eric say?" she thought in dismay. "Indeed. I should say two nurses will certainly be required for a case like this," went on the doctor. "Now. madam, about tho bedroom. It is upstairs, of coursnat. very high up, I hope. I will assist him up the stairs. I only wonder he was able to leave his bed this morning with a temperature suoh as this. You found he ate no breakfast, of course. Has he been complaining iong?" "He only arrived last night," she murmured. The words, "Oh. what a tangled web we weave when first- we practise to deceive," were running through her mmd. "Very unfit for travelling-æuch better have stayed at home. However, as he is a friend, and you are fond of nursing, I suppose things might be worse." He was assisting the invalid to rise as he spoke. Once on his feet the man looked dazedly aroun d. "I must send a wire." he muttered, "to—to- He raised his hand to his forehead wearily, and looked helplessly at the doctor and his ho-te-ss.. "Yes—yes—that'll be all right:" said Dr. Roberta cheerfully. "Let's get you back to your bed, my dear fellow-it was madness for you to 5-V.-0 left it. Perhaps you would lead the way, M rs. Glazebrook, please Poor Mrs. Glaze-brook! Probably never in her life before had her wits jumped so nimbty as at this terrible juncture. Pitfalls were. opening up in every direction as a consequence of the game of deceit upon which she had embarked. She had told the doctor, or had given him to under- stand that the man was a friend staying in the house. How was she now to say that the spare room would have to be got ready for him-sheet., a red. furniture uncovered, all the paraphernalia of an inhabited bedroom. produced in a moment- why. it would take an hour t. arrang-e: She would stand convicted of a lie in another minute. Roberts was shaip-eyed, keen as a razor. He would suspect some. mystery was afoot. His wife was a fluent gossip, knew every soul within a ten miles radius, had often proved how cklus.iv.¿ \7a5 the idea that, a doctor never talked of his patient's affairs in the bosom of his family. We know how thought works. In three seconds she had accom- plished her family's social destruction—they had been hounded out of the neighbouhood by --Nfr,. Roberts: but delivery came as swiftly. Eric's room: It was ready The man must go there Explanations with Susan and with Eric himself pecroed easy at the moment now that she had found a way of escape from Mrs. Roberts' s tongue. "It is only up one flight., doctor." she remarked calmly leading tlie way out of the room. In a quarter of an hour Eric s bed and his nig-ht attire were occupied by a strange man who, for all Mrs. .ra- 11 Ola^ebiook knew to the contrarv, might b ■ a X'h ihst or a criminal of som»? equally deop- stained dyo. "Oh! my dear. I do wish Eric would come: This is a fearful responsibility for us; he is cer- tainly much worse. Dr. Roberts thinks so I am tll0 Eunice looked up quickly; her mother's words teheed the apprehension that had been gnawing a j her heart all through the miserable hours she had spent pretending to read or stitch in the drawing-room. Sho had not seen the fugitive since she hur- riedly left the dining-room when the carriage of the physician summoned by Susan appeared at the gate. Dr. Roberts had quickly sent a temporary nurse, another was to follow later. H" had written prescriptions, given directions, and had paid his second call late in the afternoon. He had left. saying that he would pay another v:sit before midnight, if not sent for sooner on tiie appearance of any fresh symptoms of danger "Eric will b sure to be here by seven." con- tinued Mrs. Glaze brook, '-he said he would cc-me by the 5.30 without fail, it is nearly s ix now. My dear, we must tell him everything—everything— I t:o>pe and trust he will tako the matter quietly and not in-sist on having a policeman in to keep watc.li over the poor creature's door A ETToan burst from Eunice's pale lips; the diead that ',iad her in its clutch made wo:ds im- possible. The sound wa-s the last, straw to the bur- (i;n laid on her mother's overwrought nerves. Mn. Glazebrook broke down and began to weep. "I know Dr Roberts thinks. he is in gieat danger." she sobbed, ''he is delirious, and. oh, my dear, isnt it sad to think of his family whoever they are. of the people who lore him-" Eunice looked up quickly. she had never thought of this aspect of the matter, of the un- happv refugee s family. He had dropped into her life as if from another world; that he must have people belonging to him she had never fitopoed to consider. "He hafi been calling in such heartbroken ac- cents for his wife," pursued her mother. "I sup- pese it is his wife, or the girl he is engaged to. He has been murmuring, 'Oh. Margaret, darling, jut your dear, coot ha-nd on my fore' t burns, Margaret and then he ca.iis 'Margaret! :M.:u-garet:' as if she was in the next room." I The remembrance came back to Eunice with an cvei whelming pang of the look that had been in the man s eyes when he had taken the fringe of her scarf and kissed it the night before: of the glance he had given her when he held the cup of tea to her lips in the dawn There had been more than merely gratitude for kindness in that glance, if ever eyes had spoken of admiration they had spoken passionately of it then-and yet-this man had a wife, or a fiancee! The world suddenly seemed a horrible place to the girl who knew so lut.o of ;t. "And I have not been ablo to find any clue E- to who his people are. I locked up everything that was in his pockets before the nurse came; it was only right, of course, to look through them. There is a good deal of money, but not a scrap of any kind of paper or letter." Eunice made no comment on this announoe- rr-ent. having indeed not taken in what her mother said. At heart she was sick with an ach- ing' misery she had never felt before, a misery that for the moment numbed thought, and speech. Sho was roused from it by a peal on the knocker of the hall door, then the ringing of the bell re- sounded through the quiet house. "It is Eric cried Mrs. Glazebrook; but Eunice knew it was not Eric: he never knocked and rang like that. She started ta her feet. "No. no; it is not Eric. mother!" she cried. Her misery had swiftly given place to terror. Per- haps the police were on the fugitive's track— were now at the very door. For a moment she felt faint and dizzy Some such thought no doubt struck her mother also, for Mrs. Glazebrook sank back in her chair, clasping her hands as she glanced apprehensively at the door. "If you pieas'm there is a gentleman down- stairs w ho wishes to see you most partic-Lilarlv also Miss Eunice." said Susan, the parlourmaid, -1 ?79! Eun opening the door. "Who is he. Susan? Where does he oomefrom? What does he want? exclaimed her mistress tremulously. "I don't know, I'm sure'm. I've never seen him before; he seems kind of upset'm—put out, so to say, but he didn't state his business." The mother and daughter looked hastily at each other. Eunice's heart was throbbing so wildly that coherent thought was as difficult as articulate words. Mrs. Glazebrook was only able to seize on some excuse for delay in letting the stranger come upstairs. "Go down, Susan, and ask him for his name, or to say whatae wants." Susan, ae a well-trained! domestic, probably objected to being the txiarer of so curt a mes- sage, for she said promptly, "He's a gentleman, nla am. "Qh—er—well, ask him if he will kindly say why he wishes to see me and Miss Glazebrook, as we are not receiving anyone this evening." Susan departed, and presently returned with a card on a salver. "There's a. message on the back'm," she re- marked. I Mrs. Glazebrook took the card. On its face l wae engraved, "Mr. Arthur Weston," under- neath in pencil was written "Secreta.ry, Silver Bh: iluiing OookapUl-lt)1, "Good heavens!" ej aculated the poor lady in great agitation. "The secretary from the min- ing company. Oh, Eunice, what has happened?" Eunice had rushed to her mother's side. She took the card from her shaking lingers and turned it over. On the back was scribbled, "Dear madam, pray swe me at once on an im- portant. matter." p "Tell him to come- up quickly, Susan!" uttered the girl, breathlessly. "Quick! Quick!" Susan, seeing there was urgency in the situa- tion, sped from the room, and again raturned in a brief space, this time ushering in a slight, fair- haired young man, who seemed to be almost as much agitated as the two ladies, who were look- ing towards him with terror-stricken, eager faces. aAn a.ccident gasped Mrs. Glazebrook; "tell us at once, the worst!" "Dear madame, no," said the visitor, sooth- ingly; "there has been no accident—a—that is, not of the kind you apprehend. Mr. Glaze- brook is quite well-" The relief was so grea.t that both ladies began to cry, and this so disconcerted Mr. Arthur Weston that he stood speechless, turning his hat round and round in an embarrassed, not to say foolish, fashion. Suddenly Eunice looked up. She was the first to realise that he had qualified his reassuring announcement. "Something is wrong! You have come to tell us something dreadful!" she cried, trembling. He,r mother hurriedly dropped the handker- chief in which she had hidden her face. She, too, nemembered that something serious must have brought the new secretary of the mine down to her house in this unlooked for manner. He was not even an acquaintance of Eric's. He had bean appointed during the latter's ab- sence in place of the murdered man. "What has happened?" she faltered, for she now saw the stranger's manner was ¡.<>nulbed, and that he was evidently charged with the de- livery of tidings which would make painful tell- ing. "Have you told us the truth? You have I not-I am sure you have not. What is it? Tell us the truth-I beseech you. Mr. Weston. Where is my eon? Why is he not here? What has happened to him?" "He has been detained in town, my dear madam. He sent me down to—er—er "What has detained! h'im?" broke out Mrs. Glazebrook, excitedly. "It is something terrible, t and 00 has sent you to break it to us'. He has met with an accident! He is in an hospital! He "He is not-upcrm my honour he is not." "Then where is he? I insist upon your telling us instantly. Whore is he?" "He is in Bow Street." blurted out Mr. Wes- ton, who had no previous experience in news- breaking, and was now impelled by Mrs. Glaze- brcok's imperious demand to tell the trurh baldy. "Bow Street! Do you mean the Police Court! That he is detained there?" He made a gesture of acquiescence. "Do you mean that he is charged with having committed a crime?" asked Eunice. Hr "nice was steady, as is often the case. Calamity, when it came near, had a roborant effects "Tell us the truth, Mr. Weston. This is no Litnei for hesi- tation or delay. Let us know all the truth at onoo. "What is he charged with?" "With being accessory to-to- "Yes—yes—go on," she .said, insistently. "To the murder of the late Socretaxy of the Silver Sheif Mining Company." (To be continued.)

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