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■ S!!n!nnnu!n:nnnnnn!!n!:n!n:?!nunnn!!n!nnnnn"n"nnnnnHnnnn:nE _I S3 mm# ■ ? [AN ?ICBTW RKBBSTBD. ? 5 FATAL FINGERS II æ By WILLIAM LE QUEUX, Author of The Money Spider," "The Riddle of the Ring," .kc. i i-li[iii I I I iiiii I iiiii iiii iiiii-b! iiiii ililiiiiiiii:irr-.s CHAPTER IV (Continued). I YET ANOTHER PROBLEM. I But what was the motive? Why should isir George, feeling himself dying, see k to remove all traces of his secret VJBlt to bar 1 wood Street? The affair was a com- plete enigma, and the only chance of a solu- tion lay in the keeping of the actual facta ^ut of the papers. Already most of the London jouinals*con- tainod a brief paragraph recording the #udden death of Sir George Raveuscourt and hinting at suicide, but of the death of the obscure recluse in Pimlico there was no I 111ention. Throughout the day many inquiries wero afoot by Scotland Yard. At noon a council of the heads of the various branches ^f the Criminal Investigation Department had been held, as is usual in important tases, when all the known facts wero thoroughly discussed and dissected. Then "tae whole machinery of the higher branch of the Metropolitan Police was set in Biotion, and the. most searching investiga- tion was being made into the recent move- ments and correspondence of the baronet. At Carlton House Terrace the big house "Vrith the wide portico and drawn blinds was plunged into mourning. Poor Lady Ravens- eourt remained inconsolable, while Maidee ,sat with her hour after hour, weeping in syl-nl)atliv. Towards eight o'clock, tired out with cry- ing, her ladyship lay down an d slept upon the iŸJta in her pretty upstairs boudoir. "Whereupon Maidee rose and, leavi;^ her, on tiptoe went to her own room, where sho liaatilv put on a black walking frock and a hat with black veil. She glanced at the little silver clock upon iier dressing-table and saw that it was already hall-past eight Hurriedly drawing on a pair of black gloves, she put on her long turncoat and ^esc?nded the stairs. "I shan't be very long, Burgess," she said as she passed him. "Lady Ravenscourt is sleeping, jU:t now." Very well, miss," replied the stout uas he let her out and watched her turn round the corner in "the darkless by tho statue towards the Athenaeum Club. Believing that she had gone upon some rand for her ladyship, it did not strike hlm as at all curious that she should walk 'Out at that hour. Yet had he followed her, -his curiosity would certainly have been housed. SHe "crossed Waterloo Place and walked up Regent Street as far as,, Piccadilly Circus, WCere she hailed a passing taxi and, giving man cn address, entered the conveyance. The cab, turning back, crossed Trafalgar ?T?re. and quickly sped along Whitehall,  Westminster Br?ge, continuing to e Et<'phant and Cutte, and afterwards P''oepcJ:ng along the populous Walworth 1 u n ?l Isudgenly it turned into a short, muet? obscure thoroughfare, known as '?ansey Street, where all the grimy eight- honied houses were uniform, with base- ments, and each with eight front-door steps. Before one of tpese a decidedly dark and dismal abode, alighted and, asetnd- ing the steps, hurnedJ-y rang the bell. arrival was evidently expected. A pale- faced lad, whom she greeted" as "Harry.. admitted her, and passing in shp, pushed open the door of the shabby sitting-room on th;' )i?ht, where a mn rose slowly, hia thin white "hand outstretched in greeting as he eried: "Ah! -)Iai(leel Why, you are late—oh! so late. I really feared that you were pre- sented from coming. And I waited to see YOII-vei,' N, particularly to-night-very par- ticularly indeed." You know the terrible affair that has h<br:Pl'¡,W;:1, Uncle John!" exclaimed the gL'l breathlessly. "How know—I know. Poor Sir Geore in- terrupted the man in a low-hu,3ky voice. And as he held her hand the light of the gas-jet, falling full upon his face, revealed him to be a thin, fragile-looking old gentle- man with a white beard and dark, pene- trating eyes—an old man wearing a shabby old dark blue dressing-coat-the exact counterpart of the mysterious Richard Go c<< rick. CHAPTER V. t IS ABOUT UXCLB JOHIT. I Ma idee Lambton, loosening her rich furs, Beaded herself in the frowsy old arm-chair before the lire, while the quick-eyed old man before her stood upon the hearthrug regard- ing her long and earnestly, as though hesi- tating to place confidence in her. Lett an orphan at the age of three, Lady Ravenscourt had'adopted her, and she had lived with Sir George and his wife as their niece, for she usually called them aunt and uncle. It was only about nine months ago tha .t she had returned from school to make I her debut, and to live permanently at Carl- ton House Terrace. On coming of age she had become entitled to an income from her lah father of nearly eight thousand a year. Her acquaintance with old Mr. Ambrose, "whom she always called "Uncle John," was certainly a very romantic one, and begau full? twelve years before. Seated with Miss Denman, her governess, one spring afternoon in Kensington Gar- dons, the t' ol d gentleman had entered into conversation with them. At first Miss Den- man was disinclined to talk, but finding him to be quite a harmless and benevolent old gentleman, they chatted. He seemed much struck with little Maidee, and promised that if they came there next day he would bring her some chocolates. At first the governess was reluctant, but Maidee, child-like, was anxious for a pre- sent, and finally persuaded Miss Denman to take her to keep the appointment. To the child's great delight the chocolates proved to be a most beautiful and expen- sive box, and Miss Denman marvelled that an old gentleman, so meanly dressed, could afford to give such elaborate presents. But lie seemed infatuated with the child, and I thus the curious friendship began. At first. Miss Denman was always with her "when they met, and was nothing loth to re- ceive now and then a little present for her- self but as Maidee grew older and was allowed to go about alone, she grew into the habit of meeting the old man in secret «t various places, and sitting at his side, chatting as a young girl will chatter. He seemed never tired of hearing all About her home-life-<>f Sir" George and his "wife, of the brilliant dinners and dances at Carlton House Terrace, and of the visitors who called there. Ashe grew up she often wondered who the strange, dark-eyed old man could really Jbe, and who were his friends. Once, when she was about fourteen, he had said to her in reply to a question: v es, child. Once I had very many fr tends, just, as you have; but that was long ;i!p. To-day I-I have only you." "Only me!" she echoed, opening her big eyes widely. And he had smiled at her, and taken her small hand in his own. They generally met in one or other of the parte, but most frequently in Kensington ^rard^ns, for it was more rural and more C¡U iÐt there. Then she went away to school, and the Meetings became few and in-frequent, Yet they exchanged letters regularly. Indeed, never through all the years until that night had they been out of touch with one another. "Maidee," he said, crossing the room, and seating himself on the opposite side of the fireplace, "I want you to toli me all about the terrible affair at home—all as far ae you know. How wns the murder dis- covered ? She looked at him in surprise, for it srd'- denly occurred to her that the pa]>?r3, 'chough hinting at suicide, had not sug- gested i.,iiirdera "How do you know, Uncle John, that qii George was murdered?" she asV'Hl him looking across at his fnee hidden in the shadow. Her voice told him that slie was greatly surprised at his quest ion. He started perceptibly, and, fidgctting slightly in his chair, replied: "Er—well—I—I, of course, saw what was in the papers, child, and jumped to a con- clusion. Perhaps I'm wrong—eh? And he cursed himself for his foolishness. The girl was no longer a child; lit3 had forgotten t„>t fact. His remark had aroused faint suspicions within her mind. Always, through all these years, he had been deeply interested in Sir George's saying and doings. Was he now in possession of some secret knowledge con- cerning tiie tragedy. Or had he actually guessed the truth? "Ah! she replied, "you are not wrong. Sir George was, no doubt, killed while in the act of writing in his library." "Bv whom?" "The police have not yet ascertainNl," WPS her response. "He seemed to have written a record of some extraordinary character, f.)r wlHn Burgess discovered, .him he was still conscious, and begged him wjtl his last breath to destroy what he had penned." "ArJ1 wag it destroyed?" "No; Burgess gave it to the police." "What was its nature?" "I do not exactly know. Burgess showed it to my a,.i-nt, wlio.orclerea it to be given to the police. She told me that it gave tke name of some man who lived in Pimlico." Ambrose started in his chair, and bend- ing forward towards her in sudden eager- 11), asked in that curious husky voice of his: c4Dneern i ng him? Ttil "What did he write concerning him? Tell me. It is mcat?impor?an.t that I should I:now—most important. Don't conceal any- thing from me, child. Some day you will know the reason I ask this." "My aunt told me nothingxcept < that my uncle had' put on record the fact that on the evening before his death he had visited the person in question, and made eome extraordinary discovery." "A discovery gasped the old man, with a strange, haunted look. "Of what nature?" "I don't know." "But you must at once find out for me," he said anxiouilir. HYOll. say Burgess read what; Sir George wrote- before his death. Then lie would tell .you, if you, asked', lim The original you will not, see now that the t police .i poose.,s,sion' of it. Burgess I was a fool-an infernal fool!" Why aske,(I'tlig girl in surprise. "He should have carried out his, master's wish, and destroyed i tr. A promise to the dying should, always be held sacred." "Save in such an event as occurred early this morning. For aught the police, know, this man living in Pimlico may be the assassin! Perhaps,,he killed Sir George in order to prevent some secret of his being betrayed "Who suggests that?" asked Ambrose quickly, again leaning forward in eager- "Do the police suspect it?" "I am entirely unaware of their suspi- cions," replied the girl. "Daring to-day Burgess has been submitted to the closest examination by one detective after another. The police informed my aunt this afternoon that they intended to presume suicide at the inquest, *n order to be allowed a clear ground in which to hunt for the assassin." "But they have no suspicion, eh?" asked the old man in a low, hard voice, scarce above a whisper. "How can 1 tell? "The detective did not mention this mysterious person living in Pimlico?" he asked' anxiously. 0 "Well, ves-lie did." "What did he say?" "Only that Sir George had evidently made some remarkable discovery which he intended to place on record for the eyes of his executors only, and they, in turn, were to preserve the secret for ten years after his death." "Then, no doubt, the record upon which he was engaged when he was so swiftly and silently d'one to death revealed his dis- covery! gasped the old man hoarsely. His nails pressed themselves into his palms, for next instant he saw, by the girl's manner that, notwithstanding all the pre- cautions he had taken, he had betrayed himself by his suggestion that Sir George death was not a ease of suicide. A hard, sinister light shone in the old man's eyes. If the girl suspected, then she mus t 1)4 si. l eiic* d e co l ?S eett ed, then she must be silenced. He could not afford to run any further risks. CHAPTER VI. I SUSPICION I John Ambrose knew that he had com. mitted a fatal faux pas. Maidee Lambton had had her suspicions aroused! The sus- picions of a girl of her age are not easily removed. He had been a fool-an arrant fool. The girl was silent. She was filled with wonder at the apparent slip the old man had made. He was eccentric, but eccen- tricity could not account for that intimate knowledge of the exact circumstances of Sir George's death. Through her mind ran reminiscences of I how he had petted and spoiled her in her childhood; of their liecret meetings; of his calm and good advice, and his apparent happiness whenever she was nigh. Yes, there had been some strong yet in- explicable reason for his attachment. A thousand times in the pensive hours of her youth had she sat and wondered who could be this strange, shabby old gentleman who had taken such a deep and continued in- terest in her. One day, about two years before, he had introduced to her a kindly old Italian priest, Don Mario. Whenever she saw a Roman Catholic priest sfle always recollected that calm, ascetic, soft-spoken old man, who had sat beside her in Kensington Gardens chatting so quietly and sympathetically. Several times afterwards when she met Uncle John, old Don Mario had been with him, until they had grown to be quite friendly. She had learned Italian at school, and delighted to talk with the grave, deep-eyed old priest in his own tongue. For the past year, however, she had not seen him. He had returned to Italy, Uncle John had told her-returned without a word of farewell to her. "Maidee," Ambrose said at last in a low I voice, after they had been silent for some time, "Sir George has fallen by an assassin's hand, and we—you and I—must endeavour to fathom the mystery and bring th" murderer to justice." » "I am only too anxious. Uncle John," replied the girl, her manner changing. "If I can help in any way I will certainly do so. How can I assist?" "By carrying out certain instructions which I shall give you," replied the old man. "Answer me a question. Have you ever spoken to your lover, Gordon Cun- ningham, regarding me?" "Nev-er. You have always imposed upon me a promise to keep our friendship a strict secret. The old fellow breathed a sigh of distinct relief. "Never break that promise, child, for if you did-wcll "—he added in a low, changed voice—"if you did it might go very hard with me." "Hard with you!" she echoed, opening her fine eyes widely. "How?' But the old felloe 'did not r ply. He was ever evasive when she asked him any point- blank question. You suggested that we should combine together to endeavour to solve the mystery of my uncle's death," she said a few moments later. "Yes. The police have yet to discover some very remarkable facts—facts which will, I know, greatly puzzle them," he said. "The murder of Sir George was, as you sur- mise, no ordinary vulgar crime, but the work of a master hand. It was carefully planned and carried out with a deliberate attention to the most minute detail. The assassin ran no risk. He was too clever for that." "How do you know all this? You seem to possess a wider knowledge than even the police themselves." "Do I?" he ejaculated with a start. "I— I don't think I do. The police have misled the Press—misled them purposely, of course. But, Maidee," he added quickly, "you wilL ere long learn something which will cause you .i, reit astonishment." "What?" "You spoke of a man living in Pimlico." "The person mentioned in the statement which my uncle wrote immediately* prior to his death "Yes," said the old gentleman, with a slight tremor in his thin voice. "Well, that man has also died "Died!" she cried in surprise. "The police told me nothing of that." "Yes; he, too, has been murdered. Oh, don't betray undue alarm," he added quickly. "As I have told you, this affair is no ordinary crime. All the combined talent of Scotland Yard will. fail to elucidate it if onlv- "If what?" asked the girl anxiously. "If I make my own inquiries—and hold my tongue," he said slowly. "Then you know the truth, Uncle John she cried eagerly. "Tell me—do you know who killed poor Sir George?" "If I knew I should at onee denounce the assassin," was his severe rebuke. "Have I not suggested that you should assist me in carefully seeking a solution of the problem?" "But you said that as long as you re- mained silent the police would b3 powerless to learn the truth," the girl remarked. "And I repeat it. It is for. you and me to know the truth first—to establish the iden- tity of the assassin, and we can then de- nounce him to the authorities. You, on vour part, must question Burgees regarding it, and let me know, if not the whole, then the gist of it. It is most important that I should know this at once. Will you commence by doing this fc. me?" "But how have you learnt that the man in Pimlico has also been murdered? the girl said. "There is nothing in the papers ^con- cerning it." "I have no certain knowledge, except that as Sir George was killed there was every reason why the other man should be killed also." "In order. I suppose, to conceal some secret or other—eh?" asked Miss Lambton- "Exactly. The secret is now in the hand of one person only—myself. But before I tell the truth I desire, with your aid, to make quite certain of the identity of the assassin. Assist me, and leave all to me— and depend upon it we will together bring thr murderer of poor Sir George b to justice "Very well," she said. "1 will question Burgess in the morning, and ascertain what was in that statement left by my uncle. Then I will come over here and tell you all that I have ascertained." "Yes; but further," said the old man,, whose craft and cunning were unsurpassed, "when next you see Gordon he will probably question you very closely, for I anticipate that he may have learnt something—that he may have had his suspicions aroused. You rmst keep him in entire ignorance of every- thing—everything, remember Though lie may be your lover, and devoted to you, as I know, yet lie, by indiscretion, might spoil 1 all our plans." The girl had risen, buttoned up her rich fur coat to the throat, and taken up her muff. "Very well," she said, "if that is your decision I will carry it out. I shall return to-mcrrow a bout no-on, I hope. I must get back now, for it is growing late," she added anxiously. He bent and, as was his habit, imprinted a kiss upon the girl's white brow; then, taking her hand with final injunctions, he unlocked the door and showed her out to the taxi which had been awaiting her. John Ambrose stood upon the step for a few moments watching the tail-lamp of the taxi until it disappeared around the corner into the brilliantly-lit Walworth Road. Then the cunning old man turned,. and, re-enter- ing, closed the door and passed back into his room. Casting himself into the arm.chir which the girl had vacated, a grim smile crossed his thin, hard features, and, removing h-s white beard, he slowly smoothed his chin as he sat staring into the fire, thinking deeply. Motionless he sat, his dark eyes fixed upon the dying embers, ignorant of the fact that in a deep doorway on the opposite side of the street a spare, ill-dressed man in a dark overcoat had been standing hidden for the past couple of hours intently, watching the house, or that soon after the departure of his visitor the watcher had emerged from I the shadow and with a low chuckle had walked leisurely up the quiet, dismal street, and, iike the taxi, disappeared round the corner. < (To be Continued.)

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