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"Why, everybody has talked of her jewels!" Zena exclaimed. "All sham." "Who told you so?" asked Quarles. "The maid." "She didn't suggest the pearls were sham?" "No." "That was thoughtless of her, since suspicion rests upon her. I am not much surprised to hear that the much-talked-of jewelry is sham.

"Quite so; still the lady is decidedly attractive, and Murray Wigan is a man. The man who holds himself barred from admiring one woman just because he happens to be engaged to another is not a very conspicuous biped. I am not reproaching you, I should probably do the same myself, but Zena will take you to task no doubt, and you will explain and promise not to do it any more, and "

For about twenty years he has enjoyed the result of his fraud, his intimate friend, Mr. Thompson, being in his confidence, and very likely receiving some of the spoil. Suddenly Mr. Thompson learns that some one else knows the secret, and hurries to England to warn Sir Grenville." "But why steal the body?" asked Zena. "On leaving Dr.

Pupkin, the teller in the Exchange Bank, for it was here that he met Zena Pepperleigh, the judge's daughter, for the first time; and they worked so busily that they wrote out ever so many letters eight or nine in a single afternoon, and they discovered that their handwritings were awfully alike, which was one of the most extraordinary and amazing coincidences, you will admit, in the history of chirography.

There is a shutter to the window in Connaught Road, and over the window looking into the garden one of the towels had been nailed, clumsily, and with large nails which were still on a shelf. I found the towel with the nail holes in it." "Where was the body taken?" asked Zena. "That I do not know." "And what was the use of it to any one?" "Ah, I think I can answer that," said Quarles.

Allowing an average of two miles for each evening, Pupkin had paddled Zena sixty-two miles, or more than a hundred thousand yards. That surely was something. He had played tennis with her on sixteen afternoons. Three times he had left his tennis racket up at the judge's house in Zena's charge, and once he had, with her full consent, left his bicycle there all night. This must count for something.

Squires afterwards went to this empty house, and Quarles speedily had men on the Marsh watching it night and day. It looked as if the house were the gang's meeting-place. Either another coup was being prepared, or an escape was being arranged. During a hurried visit to town the professor had seen my letter to Zena, and this had given him a clue. "It was the name Selborne," Quarles explained.

"Of course, and so did you. Yes, you are the grandfather of that lovely girl, Zena, whom you sent away in such shameless haste. By the way, when is Zena coming back?" The steward appeared not to hear the question, but returned obstinately to his theme. "Her highness, the duchess, and princess Sophie, are very anxious to see you married. Your highness should think it well over."

She was too beautiful for him and too good for him; her father hated him and her mother despised him; his salary was too small and his own people were too rich. If you add to all that that he came up to the judge's house one night and found a poet reciting verses to Zena, you will understand the suicide at once.

As he came up Oneida Street, he used to pedal faster and faster, he never meant to, but he couldn't help it, till he went past the piazza where Zena was sitting at an awful speed with his little yellow blazer flying in the wind.

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