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It was after they left that Cross said: "Look here, Bell, you’re a. great friend of Steel’s. I don’t Want to get him into any harm, but a day or two ago I found this letter in a pocketâ€"book in a, belt worn by our queer patient. Steel says the fellow is a, perfect stran- ger to him, and I believe that state- ment. But What about this letter? 11 ought to have sent it'to the po' Hoe, but I didn’t. Read it.”l And Cross proceeded' to take a "'letter from his pocket. It was on “thick paper; the stamped address given was “15 Dowend Terrace.” There was no heading, merely the Words “Certainly, with pleasure, I shall he home; in fact,- I am home every night till 12.30 and you may oall any time up till then. If you knock quietly on the door I shall hear you.-â€"â€"D.S.” Henson paused suddenly and re- quested Littimer should help him into bed. He lay back on his bed utterly exhausz by his fit of pasâ€" sion. One of the white bandages about his throat had start/ed, and a Sale thin stream of blood trickled éOWn his chest. Littimer obeyed mechanically, but though he rang and rang again no' answer came. With a snarling curse Henson dragged himself out of bed and crossed the room, with limbs that shook under him. Henson was {so amazed that he had no words for the moment. "So Van Sneck tuld you so?” he asked. “What a fool hemust have “I daresay I could learn. It doesn’t look hard.” “Well, that is an extension tele~ phone on the table yonder worked in connection with the main instruâ€" ment in the library. Turn that. handle two or three times and put that receiver to your ear. When Exchange answers tell them to put yon on to 0,017 Gerrard.” He twirled the handle round an- grily but no reply cam-e, Henson whirled angrily, but; he could elicit no response. He kicked the instru- ment. over and danced round it imâ€" potently. Littimer had never seen him in such a raging fury before. The language of the man was an outrage, filthy, revolting, profane. “What was Van Sncck doing here 7"” he. asked. "It looks as if your patient had called at Steel’s house by appoint- ment,” Bell‘admittod. “It is a, bad busipess, but I assure you that “Yes,” answered Littimer, "when I came here to Brighton I was looking for Van Sneck. I found that he had been here. I discovered that he had left 'his rooms and had not returned to them. Then it occurred to me to try the hospital. V__I pretende that “He was looking for the lost Vembrandt.” ’ Steel ia'the soul of honor?. Cross. will you let me have that letter for two or three days ‘5” - The expression on Henson’s usuâ€" ally benign countenance would have startled such of his friends and ad- mirers as regarded him as a. shin- ing light and great example. I was in search of some missing reâ€" lative, and they showed me three cases of bad eccidents, the victims of which had not been identified. And the third was Van Sneck’a.” “Do yon know how Van Sneck got there '1” Henson asked. Littimer nodded. “Give me that black book,” Henson said. “Do you know how to work the telephone?” Bell bent low partly to examine the patient. If he had made any discovery he kept the fact to him- self. "What do you make of it ‘1” Cross asked. "Very well,” Cross said, after a little hesitation. ‘ ‘Good-night. ” Bell went on his way homeward. “I wonder What Reginald Hen- Ien would say if he only knew that I had been to the hospital and re- cognized our mutual friend Van Sneak there!” he muttered. “Oh,” maid, between his teeth, "you are a clever fellow. And so you have found out where Van Snack is 7” . “Yes,” answered Littimer, ”Looks very young,” he mutterâ€" CHAPTER XVIII.â€"(Cont’d) ,A Prim Rupert’s CHAPTER XIX. OR, THE HOUSE OF THE SILENT SORROW. He staggered into a, room and dropped into a chair. Then he drop- ped off into a kind of dreamy state, coming back presently to the con- sciousness that he had fainted. Williams nodded. Henson dress- ed at length and packed a. small portmanteau and then crept down- stairs to the library. He proceedâ€" ed to make a minute inspection of the telephone. He turned the handle just the fragment of an inch and a queer smile came over his face. Then he crept as silently up- stairs, opened the windnw n1 ihe bathroom quietly, and slipped on to the leads. There were a couple of insulators here, against the wire of one of which Henson tapped his kunckles gently. The wire gave back an answering twang. The other jangled limp and loose. “One .of the wires cut,” Henson muttered. “I expected as much. Madame Enid is getting a deal too clever.” ‘ Meanwhile Frank Littimer had joined Enid in the drawingâ€"room. “So you have been seeing Reg- inald,” she said. “What did he want to use the telephone for Z” “I don’t know.” “I know. I had a pretty shrewd i. ~ . “Excellent!” Henson crled. “HOW dramatic! There is only one thing required to make the story complete. The picture was taken away by Hatherly Bell.” “You are to go down to Barnes and ask him to send a cab here as soon as possible,” Henson said. “I have to go to Landon by the first train in the morning.” ' “I know the house you mean,” he said. “It is next door to the temporary residence of my esteemed friend, Gilead Gates. At the pre~ sent moment the place is voidâ€"” “And has been ever since your1 bogus ‘Home’ broke up. Years} ago, you had a Home there. You‘ collected subscriptions in the name1 of Reverend Felix Croabie, and you 'put the money into your pocket. A certain weekly journal exposed you and you had to leave suddenly or you would have found yourself in the hands of the police. You skip- ped so suddenly that you had no time even to think of your personal effects, which you understood were sold to defray expenses. But they were not sold. Van Sneck got in with the agent and saw the picture" there.” ' “Well, that was hardly like Van Sneak. Our friend is nothing if not diplomatic. But when he did manw age to get into the house again the picture was gone.” Henson yawned affectedly. All the same he was terriny disturbed and shaken. All he wanted now was to be alone and to think, so he dismissed Littimer. been! And why should he cbme seeking for the Rembrandt in Brighton?” “Because he knows it was there, I suppose.” “It. isn’t here, because it doesn’t exist. The thing was destroyed by accident by the police when they raided Van Sneck’s lodgings years ago.”. » “So the danger has come at last,” he muttered. “If Bell goes to Lord Littimer with that picture he shakes. my power and my position perilom‘sl‘y.” .A__‘..-‘ .. 4.1.- L..!1L‘...‘4. A“; - He fiafised, as the brilliant out- line of some cunmng scheme oc- curred to him. Reginald Henson struggled out of bed and into his clothing as best he could, rang the bell, and after a time Williams appeared. Henson chuckled. “‘The Crimson Blind’ is Van Sneck’s weak spot,” he said. "The Rembrandtâ€"the other oneâ€"is deâ€" stroyed.” . ‘ ' “(6517177 Sneak has seen thé pic- ture,” Littimer said. “He says he saw it at 218 Brunswick Square.” Henson’s knees suddenly came up to his nose,_then he lay- quite flat again for a, longtime. His fa'oe' had ‘grown white once more, his lips utterly bloodless. Fear was written all over him. m‘v‘W-hy didn’t he take it with him ‘I” Henson asked. u‘V‘Vzin Sneck told me that he had actually men the picture in Brigh- “Thai is exactâ€"1y what did hap- pernrf) 1 His lordship passed along ascor- ‘ridor towards the great-oriel winâ€" dow atthe end. At a table in the window a girl sat working a type~ writer. The typewriter and secre- tary business was a new whim of Littimer’s. He wanted an assist- ant to catalogue and classify his pictures and prints, and he had told the vicar so. He wanted a girl who wasn’t a fool, a girl who could amuse him and wouldn’t be afraid of him, and he thought he would have an American. To which the vicar responded that the Whole thing was nonsense, but he had heard of a Boston girl in England who had a passion for that kind of thing and who was looking for a situation of the kind in a genuine old house for a year or so. The vicar added that he had not seen the young lady, but he could ob- tain her address. A reply came in due course, a reply that so pleased the impetuous Earl that he engaged the applicant on the spot. And’ now she had been just two hours in the house. V “1 5n; getting on very well in- deed,” she said. “Do you know, 763113 . are: colds. heal. I I D 25 cent. cm H: m .. “Well,” Littimer cried, “and how have you been getting on ’1” Miss Christabcl Lee looked up, smilingly. Sometimes he would be quite meek and angry under the re- proaches of the vicar, and yet the same day history records it that he got off his horse and adminisâ€" tered a sound thrashing to the vil- lage poacher. Sumetimesfihé got thebest of the vicar,J and sometimes that worthy man scored. They were good friends, these two, thfiugh the vicar never swerved in his fealty to Lady Littimer. But nobody seemed to know anything about that dark scandalj They knew that there had been a dread- ful scene at the castle seven years before, and that Lady Littimer and her son had left never to return. Lady Littimer was in a. madhouse somewhere, they said, and the son was a wanderer on the face of the earth. And when Lord Littimer died every penny of the property, the castle included, would go to her ladyship’s nephew, Mr. Reginald Henson. . Lbrd Littimer had mani hobbies, but his pictures and prints were the great {Lmqsgment of hisjonely life. idea, whafi our cousin was going to do. Frank, it would have been far Wiser if you hadn’t come.” “We are going to Littimer Cais- t]c,”, said Henson; when'the lodge gatgg we_re passmedfii “I fancy I §hook him up to- night,” Littimer said, with {subdued triumph. “He seemed to shudder when I told him that I had found Van Sneck.” q “Why, in the Brighton Hospital. Do you mean to say that you don’t know about it, that you don’t know that the man found so mysterious- ly in Mr. David Steel’s house and Van Sneck are one and the same person 1’ ’ Littimer paused, open-mouthed; for Henson, dressed for the jour- ney, had come quietly into the drawingâ€"room. "I fear I startled you,” he said, with a sardonic smile. "Come, young man, we are going. The cab is at the gate.” ‘ - The last words were flung at Litâ€" timer with contemptuous command and Littimer slunk away 0111; of the hmise; Henson following between his victim and Williams. ' Lord Littimer was a man of moods and contradictions, change- able as an April ‘sky, and none the less quickâ€"tempered and hard be- came he knew that everybody was terribly afraid of him. There are few more beautiful places in England than Littimer Castle. The house stood on a pla- teau with many woods behind, and in front a. sea cliff. Inside the palace was a veritable art gallery. There were hundreds of picturesand LengravingsA thglje. “I know it,” he said. “I hate the place and its dreadful associ- ations.” “You have found Van ‘ she whispered. . “Where ’I’: ‘TNot a bit of it. Why, Henson has known it all along. Reginald Hensonâ€"â€"f’ “Henson comes when he can and makes our lives hideous to us.” “It had not occurred to me,” she said. “But you were foolish to tell Reginald.”l_ Henson fiointed towards the cab. "Jump in!” he ordered. “Not there,” Littimer groanedâ€" "not there, Henson!” ‘ CHAPTER XX. Vim Sneck l” Instantly the girl’s manr‘er 3 changed. She glanced at the Rem- brandt with a shrewd smile that‘ meant something beyond a mere act of prudence well done. I (To be continued.) “A charming girl!” Littimer said, cynically. “I wonder why she came to this dull hole? A quarrel with her young man, perhaps.” Christabel came back presentlv with hammer and some brassâ€"head- ed stays in her hand, and Littimer watched her. He saW‘ the, nails driven firmly in and finished off with a punch so that there might be no danger of hammering the ex- quisitely wrought frame. ‘ 7777,,_Ae« Christabcl glanced at the mks- gram and slipped it into her pock- et. Lit-timer walked awav at an intimation that his steward desired to 36¢ him. ' .4.â€"7V.7‘, “There,” she; said, “a carpenter could have done no better.” f‘You don’t know our typical carâ€" pénter,” Littimer said. “Here is Tredwell with a, telegram. For Kiss Lee ?” ' _ But Miss Lee insisted that there was no time like the present. She had discovered that Littimer had an excellent carpentei’s sliop on the premises; indeed, she admitted to being no mean performer with the lathe herself. She flitted down the stairs light as thistledown. “Take my advice and make it se- cure. The panels behind are hard woodâ€"thick black oak. Lord Lit‘ timer, I am going to get four bras- headed stays and drive them through some of the open ornamen- tal work into the panel so as to make the picture quite secure. It is an iron frame, I suppose.” “Wrought-iron, gilt,” said Littiâ€" mer. “Yes, one could easily drive four brass-headed stays through the open work and make the thing safe. I’ll have it seen to,” ‘ The proper method of setting the ‘milk after it has been ripened to the necessary degree of acid- ity depends upon the tem- perature of the milk and the strength of rennet used. The ideal temperature seems to be from 84 to 86 degrees, preferably the former; too high tern erature causes the curds to bar en too quickly with less of fat, and low temperature require: _' lqnger time for a proper degree ofx‘hardness or a soft cheese or curd-will be the result. It must be borne in mind that we must have a. uniform terns: W375 uu uu-c Junta nyuvuu. , "When an attemptof that sort is made it is usually followed by an- other,” said the girl, "sometimes after the lapse of years. Anybody getting through that Window could easily get the frame from its two nails and take out the paper. “I shan’t mind that a. bit. You see, my father was a man with a villainous temper. But a. woman can always get the better of a badâ€" temperod man. Have you a. sharp tongue 1” Littimer smiled and nodd E“ The grim 10rd of the castle was not ace customed to this kind of thing, and he was télling himself that he ra- ther liked it. Littiiler led the way to a, distant alcove lightod from the side by a latticcd window. There was only one picture in the excellent light there, and that was the‘famous Rembrandt engraving. The Flor- entine frame was hung so low that Miss Lee could bring her face on a level with it. “This is the picture that was sto- len from you '3” ishe asked: _-__ .V.,, N “Yâ€"es, that's the thing that there was all the fuss a,bout.”l, I fancy you and I fire going to man- age very well boggtiher '1” V“Oh, 'do you? _They say I am pretty? {crimidqblfb gt timgags.” “1 Rather myself I can be pretty blistering on occasions,” Littimer said, grimly.’ “Hovw deiightfull So can I. You and I will have some famous batâ€" tles later on.” “And now show me the Rem- brandt,” Miss Lee said, impatient- SETTING MILK FOR CHEESE. 0n the Farm ,“MW Booklet “Distemper; Causes, Cure and Prevention,” FREE. 1311de glam, harness dealers. $1 and 50c 11, bottle. $11 and £6 a dozen. 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