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But a truly historical importance belonged to this chamber in the long series of family portraits, filling almost entirely one side of the ancient library. All were there, men and women; from Hugh the Wolf to Yeri-Hans, the present owner; from the first rough daub of barbarous times to the perfect work of the best modern painters. My attention was naturally drawn in that direction.

Then the heavens clapped down on her head and the deadliest sickness assailed her. The heading of the columns said the Hypocrites, and the line beneath "By Hugh Kinross." Hugh had come back. When he had gone away he had taken with him one small portmanteau that went easily into the luggage rack above his head. But on the return journey he had quite a little sum to pay for excess luggage.

Perhaps he had been hearing K.K. tell how some of his chums would certainly be coming to search for him, and, therefore, even though he might wish to remain in his hidden retreat undisturbed, he manifested no hostility toward them, simply folded his arms and, stepping back, watched their approach. Hugh made gestures to indicate that they were peacefully disposed.

'Read me the signatures to these damned things, said the King; and Hugh rejoiced that he was better, yet feared to make him worse. 'Ah, dear sire, he began to say; but 'Read, man, said the old King, jerking his foot under the bedclothes. So Hugh the Bishop began to read them over, and the sick man listened with a shaky head, for by now the fever was running high.

"How did you like the old gentleman," continued Hugh; "and after meeting him, do you take any stock in the stories that have been floating around town about his being the clever rascal who disappeared from Wall Street two years ago?" "Why, he seemed very pleasant, so far as I could see," replied Thad, slowly.

The little man became serious and shook his head gravely. "Ah! m'sieur, that I cannot say," was his reply. "She is in a very grave state very! And the brain may be affected." Hugh held his breath. Surely Yvonne Ferad was not to die with the secret upon her lips!

"That depends on what you have done, Sir Lawyer," answered Hugh, motioning to Dick to loose the man. "All I have done, Sir Knight, is to follow you into a house where I chanced to see you enter, in order to give you some good tidings. Then this fellow caught me by the throat and said that if I dared to break in upon the privacy of one whom he called Red Eve and Lady Clavering, he would kill me."

This structure, then, part house, part barrack, part fort, as it is, must be our residence for the remainder of our days. We are hutted for life." "It is all-sufficient, Willoughby. It has space, comfort, warmth, coolness and security. What more can a wife and a mother ask, when she is surrounded by those she most loves? Only attend to the security, Hugh.

Perhaps they might be forced to repeat the scene many times, simply because some clumsy fellow did something to injure its value. Alec was busily manipulating his camera, and Hugh chuckled when he found that the other was taking in the entire scene, showing the operator with his instrument, as well as the scouts gathered near by.

Bob recognized the sheet as similar to the one that he and Hugh had found in the deserted house and the detective had taken from them; apparently it had been torn from the same pad. "Where did you get this, Heinie?" he demanded. "I go up to the house to see Lena," said Heinrich. "That is maybe a half-hour ago. I only stay there a few minutes and when I come back here is this."