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Marcos Gray had taken bis ticket to v ic\x=req-\

toria Station and two more minutes would have seen him in the train on his way to Streatbam, "where the Lumsdene lived, when Ms attention was attracted by the placard of an evening newspaper. "Mysterious Murder This Day of a City Merchant" was the startling annour cement which stared Mm in the face. Now, his uncle was a city merchant,

one of thousands of others, and that of itself was enough, to cause him to invest a penny in the purchase of a paper.

It is enough to say that Gray did not go to Streatham that day, nor for many weeks afterward.

Some days passed without any evidence on wMch the police could act being forthcoming, other than that which their first crude investigation

had brought to light. That the safe had been rifled there was no longer any doubt, seeing that neither a note nor a coin o£ any kind was found in it; but in view of the fact that Mr Lumsden had been in the habit of keeping all cash matters connected with the business in his own hands, it was difficult to ascertain with any degree of exactitude

until certain books should have been

gone through what moneys he bad in hand at the time he came by his death. The chances, however, were that the sum was not a large one, the dead man having been in the habit of banking day by day. Mr May, the managing clerk, bad no knowledge of any cash having been paid to his employer on the morning of the ninth: but, on the other hand, Houghton averred that on taking

some letters into his masterV room about eleven o'clock he found there a gentleman dressed in deep mourning and an entire stranger to him, who, at the moment of Ms entering, was in the act of handing a number of bank notes across the table to Mr

Lumsden. ^The Botes in question were not now to be found: no entry of them had been made in the cash book; neither could Mr May throw any light on the personality of the man who had paid them over.

At the inquest, wMch was more than once adjourned in the hope that further evidence would presently be forthcoming, a verdict of " wilful murder against some person or persons unknown" was eventually returned. The funeral bad taken place some days before.

Mr Orde did not fail to impart to Inspector Fountain, 'who had charge of the affair on the part of the police, the particulars of what he had so strangely heard through the medium of the telephone.. The inspector appeared to be much struck thereby and made ample entries in his notebook. There was reason for believing that daring the next few days he devoted a considerable portion

of his time to endeavoring to ascertain whether the murdered man had been on

intimate terms with any one, either a friend or a relative, whose baptismal name -was Harzy or Henry, but all sach inquiries proved of no avail. To his initiative it was due that an advertisement vas inserted in

"The Times" and other newspapers requesting

that should the same meet the eye of the person who on the morning of the ninth of Jane paid the late Mr Edward Lnmsden, of Saint Angus tine's alley, a sum of money in bank notes he would at once communicate

with the police; but time went on and the advertisement seemed likely to remain a dead letter. That the merchant had come by his death at the hands of someone who w#s aware that at that hour of the day he and the office boy had, as a role, the premises to themselves, could scarcely be doubted. In all probability Houghton had been seen to leave the office, and advantage had been taken of his absence. But all snch suppositions

merely served to deepen the mystery which cinng around the affair.

Mr Charles Xiumsden, Edward's younger brother, came up from the conntry to attend the funeral. He, the widow, Air Bice, the lawyer, and Mr Orde met in the drawing\x=req-\ room after all was over for the reading of the will. James Orde was already aware that he was appointed sole executor.

As a matter of course, the bulk of Mr XiUtnsden's property devolved upon his wife and children. To his brothers was bequeathed a legacy of one thousand guineas, and to his cousin, Eustace Crake, one of five hundred guineas. There were minor legacies to Mr May and others, while to Mr Orde was devised a diamond breastpin and one or two

other mementos.

"And, pray, where is Mr Eustace Crake to be found ?" asked Mr Orde of Mr Charles Lnmsden, when the lawyer had brousrht his reading to an end. It waB the first time he had heard of the existence of such a nerson.

or If he had heard oi it in years gone by he

had forgotten.

" Thatis more than I can tell you," was the reply. "All his life Eustace Crake has been one of those rolling stones which are proverbially said to gather no moss. Indeed, if I were to term him the scapegrace of the family, I conld hardJy be iudicted for libel. I am qnite aware that my poor brother had always a sort of sneaking regard for him, but for my part any cousinly feeling I may once have had for him died oat long ago."

««Then I suppose onr only chance of finding

him is to advertise for him r"

"That is what I should recommend. At the present moment he may be in Timbuctoo or Peking."

As it turned out, however, no advertisement

was needed. On going through his

friend's private papers a few days later Mr Orde iound among them a letter of recent date from Crake—an application, in point of fact, for what he termed " a further loan'' of. twenty pounds, attached to which was the tissue paper press copy of Mr Lums\x=req-\ den's reply, in -which occurred these words :

" I wholly decline to lend you any more money : why not say give, for that is what it really comes to ? because I am convinced that the various sums you have already had from me have done you moTe harm than good. Should J, however, happen to pre\x=req-\ deceaee, you, yoa will find that I have not forgotten you in my will."

Crake's letter was dated from some obscure

street in Pentonville, to which address Mr Orde at once wrote, asking the legatee to call upon him with as little delay as possible.

Crake was shown into Mr Orde's office next morning as the clock was striking

eleven. He was a handsome but dissipated looking man, with sunken cheeks, a heavy moustache and red-rimmed eyes ; in a pre somewhere between thirty and forty. His clothes were of a fashionable if somewhat

horsy cut. but worn to the verge of shabbiness. His demeanor was a carioas compound of jauntiness and servility, but there was a veiled insolence in his eyes which proclaimed him for the bully he doubtless

was at heart. A swarthy flush flowed through his sallow cheeks when told for what sum his name wae down in his cousin's iff Jl. "jjj

'* Poor TTed!" he murmured, half under his breath. " Who could have dreamed that he would come to so terrible an end ?"

" It Geema somewhat singular, Mr Crake," said the merchant, " that you did not think fit, more especially in view of all he had done for you from time to time, to attend your cousin's funeral. Tou can scarcely plead ignorance of the fact of his death, or the

mode of it, seeing- that there was not a newspaper

in the kingdom which did not publish I ample details of the affair."

" I was in Paris at the time, and while there I never saw an English paper. It has been the source of regret to mo ever since that I was unable to pay a last tribute of affection and regard to one to whom I-oweso much."

The words themselves showed no lack of

good feeling, yet there was something in the way they were spoken that grated on Mr

Orde'sears. Before more could be said the

door opened and in came Charles Lumsden It -was his last day in London, and he ha. come to bid Mr Orde good-bye. He started as his eyes fell on Crake.

"Hello, Gerry! yon here? Where on earth have you sprung from ?'' he exclaimed.

It was Orde's turn to start when the word

" Garry" fell from Charles Lumsden's lipB.

For the next minute or more he was as one

in a dream, heeding nothing of what the two were saying to each other.

Again he seemed to hear the last words oi j his poor murdered friend, " Oh, Harry, Hariy, this from yon !" Next moment, however,

he asked himself whether the name which had thus reached his ears might not ! have been Garry and not Harry, as he had 1 not unnatnrally assumed it to be, in which case there could be but little doubt that the assassin of Edward Lumsden was at that moment

sitting within half a dozen yards of ' him. It was a possibility which sent a chill i shudder through him from crown to toe. He sat for several seconds, staring dumbly at Crake, and it was as well perhaps that just then all the latter's attention was given to Charles Lumsden. Presently he rose to take

his leave.

•'Then I may look to hear from you, Mr, Orde. at the earliest possible moment," he aaid, as he turned to the merchant.

"As soon as ever the estate has been

wound up, Mr Crake, and probate granted, yoamay rely on my co mmunieating with you."

Hardly was the door shut behind him before Orde said to Mr Lumsden:

"Why did you just now address that man by the name of Garry ?"

" The explanation is very simple. When he and I and my brother were lads together, each of us was known to the others by a nickname.

Mine waB Dixie, Crake's was Garry; what poor Ted's was I have now forgotten." Thereupon the subject dropped, and presently

Mr Charles bade the other good-bye and went his way. The following day Orde made it his business to call on Inspector


Despite his professional phlegm it was evident that that official was considerably impressed

by the farther information now brought him, and, as & matter o£ course, the inevitable notebook was again brought into requisition.

[ " I will at once caDse certain inquiries to be made respect ing Mr Eustace Crake," he said, " and will let you know the result with as little delay as may be."

Five days later it was Fountain's turn to seek Mr Orde. Crake, it appeared, was a member of a low gang of betting men who made a point of attending every race meeting within a radius of fifty miles around London;

As a rule, his evenings were devoted to billiards. Further, Fountain had satisfied himself that during the fire days which elapsed between the murder of Mr Lumsden and his funeral Crake was not in Paris, as he had averred, but on each- of the days in question had been seen at one or another of his usual haunts. So far, however, no infor

illation had been obtainable as to where he was or how he spent his time between the hours of twelve and three on the ninth of June, and in the inspector's opinion it seemed

doubtful whether there ever wonld be.

A week later he called on Mr Orde again, but without having anything fresh to communicate.

He went so far, however, aa to hint in pretty plain terms that there was little doubt in his mind as to the identity of the


"You may rely on it, sir," he said, significantly, "that 'Garry,' and not 'Harry,' was the name you heard through the telephone; only I am quite sure that on such a piece of evidence, unless it was backed up by something much more positive, no magistrate would take upon, himself to issue

a warrant."

A despondent man was Inspector Fountain when he went his way that afternoon.

Some time before this a reward of five hundred pounds had been offered by the widow for the detection of her husband's murderer ; but days merged into weeks and

no one came forward to claim it.

A month passed without bringing the least change in the situation. Lnmsden's business affairs had taken a longer time to wind up than his executor had anticipated, and although Crake had written to him, pressing for an early payment of his legacy, Mr Orde was not yet in a position to write him a cheque for the amount. It was while affairs were in this position that one forenoon the merchant was waited upon by a person who sent in his name as "Mr "William Parkinson." It was a name he had no knowledge of, and when the bearer of it was shown into the office, he proved to be an utter stranger.

*' I have but just landed from Isew York," he began, " or I should liave called on you before. I am here in response to an advertisement

requesting that the person who paid a sum in bank notes to the late Mr Edward Xiumsden on the 9th of June last would make himself known. Sir, on the morning of the day in question I paid Mr Lumsden, in liquidation of a debs which had nothing to do with the ordinary routine of his business, ten Bank of England notes of five pounds each. An hour later I had started for Liverpool . on my way to the Sta'es, so thar, as it happened, I knew nothing whatever of the sad fate which

overtook Jiir jjumsden eo soon after my interview

-with him till some days subsequent to my arrival in Nev York."

" May I ask, Mr Parkinson, -whether you have any record of the numbers of the notes paid by you to Mr Lumsden V

" Iso record whatever, I am sorry to say." " Is it not possible," suggested Mr Orde, " that the person out of whose hands they passed into yours may have kept a list of

their numbers?"

Mr Parkinson shook his head.

*' These notes, Mr Orde, came into my possession in rather a singular way. They were found at the bottom of an old tea caddy trhish had belonged to my late Aunt Deboraa and were handed over to me as her heir-at-law. How long they had been in her keeping and whence she had obtained them

was known to herseif alone."

The information imparted by Mr Parkinson,

while elucidatory of one hitherto ob score feature, lailed to advance the case a single step beyond the point which it stood ali eady. In aU probability the stolen notes had been put into circulation weeks ago. Bat whether theyhad or ndt, there 'seemed no likelihood of any link beinsr forthcoming by the .aid of which it woul-1 be possible to trace them. Such was the opinion of Inspector

Fountain, and such was Mr Orders opinion, but fate willed otherwise.

(to be continued.)