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THE TUB THAT SI ON ITS OWN BOTTOM "1 baldly knew what td say," lie said at length. '' Yoirf story is vety elreum- tantial, yet yon must have been de- oeived by.thxa ohauciJ resemblance." "I sweat that the matt 1 met at the Cen inn was yottr brother Francis." "Bow can that bo when Francis was at BelHn Hnll, and Olivia said he had not been out of the house. Besides, you ON SHOES EVERY DAY AT HOORfUHOEST Also the Largest line of WINTER SHOES and OVER SHOES to be found in Can-oil county. You are invited to call and see these goods whether you buy or not. U may save you money. 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Thousands of apparently strong men and women are treading the *aine path, and will reach the same premature end unless they take warning in time. A bottle of Da. J. H. McU*n's UVMAND KIDNBV BALM will remove any incipient trouble In the Uver or Kidneys. Will positively Brigbt'i Disea»e, Diabetei, Propsy, Gravel, TomldUvw, Biliousness, Jaun- W P tr gotil9 ' > Thl Or , Jt H§ McLlll een Bay Lumber Company Lumber and Coal, ALL NIK IF WUWt CHAPTEB VI. Having made up my mind what courw to pursue, I returned to Marshminster, took leave of my relatives and left that evening for London. There I remained two days reviewing the strange events in which I had lately boon an actor. At one moment it was in my mind to abandon what certitinly seemed to be a hopeless search, for I could but see it was a matter of great difficulty to lay my hand on the assassin of Francis. It would be better, I thought, ,to place the matter in the hands of the police and let them thrash it out for themselves. Two reasons prevented my taking this ignoble course. One was that Francis Brairfield had been a college friend, and I was unwilling that his death should go unaveng- ed. The story of his love for Olivia, which he had told me at the, inn, contained the elements of a strange romance fitly capped by his tragic end. I felt certain that Felix, through his hired bravo—for I could call Streut by no other name—had encompassed the death of his brother. Felix was passionately in love with Olivia, and the unexpected return of Francis not only thjreatened to take her away from him, but also to reveal the scoundrelly fashion in which he had behaved. At one blow Felix would lose her love and respect. Therefore his motive for averting snob a, ca tastrophe was a strong one. That he should determine on fratricide was n terrible thought, but there was no other cimrse left to him by which to socnrc the woman he loved aud the respect he valued. It was the mad actiou of .. weak, passionate man, such as I knew Felix to be. Too cowardly himself to Strike the fatal blow, he had hired Streut to carry out his plans, and the death hod been duly accomplished, though in what way I was quite unable to say. It was sufficient for me to know that Francis was dead, and I felt myself called upon to avenge his death. The other motive was perhaps the stronger one of detective feyer. I was a bachelor. I bad a good income and nothing to da Therefore this quest was one of great interest to me. I had often bunted beasts, but this man hunt was a much more powerful incentive to excitement I oould hardly sleep for thinking of the case and was constantly engaged in piecing together the puzzle. As yet I had no clear olew to follow, but the first thing to Ap settled was the identity of Felix at flarshminster with Felix at Paris. Once I established that point and proved conclusively that Felix had never left England, I would be in a position to prosecute the search in the neighborhood of Marshminster. I own that there was an additional reason in the pique I felt at the scornful disbelief of Olivia. She evidently considered my story pure fiction, and the strange disappearance of the corpse from the inn confirmed her in this belief. Irritated by such contempt, I was resolved to bring home the crime to Felix and to prove conclusively to her that he was masquerading as her lover, the dead Francis. It would boa cruel blow when assured of the truth, but it was better that she should suffer temporary pain than drag out a lifelong agony chained to a man whom I knew to be a profligate, a liar and a murderer. At the end of two days I confirmed myself in the resolution to bunt down the criminal and decided as the first step to go to Paris. Leaving Victoria by the night mail, I arrived in the French capital next morning. Anxious to lose no further time, I hastened at onoe to the Hotel des Etraugera, in the Rue do St. Honore, and there took up ray quarter*. Recovered from the fatigues of the journey, I partook of luncheon and thon made inquiries about Felix Briarfleld. To my surprise, I not only discovered that he was in Pwis, but that be was in the hotel at that moment "Has he been staying here for any length of time?" I asked the manager. "For six weeks, monsieur,'and now talks of going to Italy," was the astonishing reply. To say that I was surprised would give but u faint idea of what I felt That the assertion of Olivia should thus prove true was almost impossible of belief. If Felix was here and bad been here for the post nix weeks, it oould not possibly be be whom I bad met at MarHhmiuster. Assuming this to be the case, who was the man of the Fen iuu who called himself Francis? My hood was whirling with tliu endeavor to grapple with these thoughts. Suddenly an idea flashed into my brain which might possibly account for the mystery. "Con it be," thought I, "that it was Felix whom I root ut the inn—Felix, who tried to pass himself off as Francis •ltd thou invented that lying story? Perhaps he was not dead, iw I thought, but merely plunged into a truuoa When he revived, seeing the uBelussuess ill fighting with Francis, he fled back to Paris." All this time I stared hard at tho manager. In reality I was puaallug out the mystery aud not jwyiug any attention to the man before me. Be, however, grew weary under my regard aud moved uneasily. "Mr. Brlariiold is now lu hi» room, monsieur. Shall I tako to him your card?" "If you please," I answered mechanically and bunded it to him. la a few momenta a waiter onmo with » *^ that Mr. "-' --" " found myself in the presence of Felix before I knew what to say or do. He was so like Francis, whom I thought was lying dead at the Fen inn—so like the man who passed as Olivia's lover— triat for the moment I could do nothing but stare at him. Yet he oould be neither of the two, for one was dead, and the other I had left behind at Marshminster. '•• "How are yon, Denham?" he said, somewhat surprised at my strange conduct "Aud why do you stare so steadily at me?" 'Are you Felix Briarfleld?" I gasped. "As you see, "he answered, raising his eyebrows. "Surely you know me well enough to dispense with no foolish a question." "And your brother?" "He is at Marshmiuster, I believe with Miss Bellin, to whom he is engag ed. Why do yon ask so strange a qnes tion?" I sat down on the sofa and buried m; face in my hands. Either I was out o my mind or the victim of some terribl< hallucination. I certainly had me Francis at the inn and beheld him deat under its roof. As surely had I seen th man I believed to be Felix at Marsh minster. Yet here in Paris I beheld an individual who was neither the deac friend nor the living lover, and he calle himself Felix Briarfield. "I must bemad! I must be mad! was all I could say for the moment 'What is the matter, Denham?" ask ed Briarfield, touching my shoulder 'Are you ill?" For answer I seized first one hand and then the other. On neither appeared the least scratch. Yet the man whom I believed to be Francis had a ragged wound on the right hand. My theory of a trance vanished" into thin air at this proof that the men were distinct Astounded by my action, Felix drew back in some alarm. "How strangely you act, Denham I" he said uneasily. "Is there anything wrong?" "Do yon think I am mad?" I asked irritably.' "Your action just now was scarcely the act of a sane person. Why did yon examine my hands?" "To see if they were cut in any way." He turned the palms of his hands toward me and shook his head with a slight laugh. "Yon see,"he said, smiling, "they are absolutely free from out or wound. Why do yon expect them to be marred?" I made no reply, but passed my hand across my brow. The situation in which I found myself was so strange and embarrassing that I did not know how to proceed. In the presence of facts I could not but admit that my story would sound but a wild invention. "Come, Denham," said Briarfield soothingly. "You are doubtless in some trouble and have come to me for help and advice. I'll give both to the best of my ability." "Iwant neither,"! muttered in a low voice, but if yon will answer some questions I wish to ask you will oblige me greatly." Briarfield drew back with a queer look in bis eyes, as if he thought my madness was increasing. However, he "1 swear that t1w man £ met at the Fen iwn wot your brother Francis." say the man whom you believed to be Francis was murdered, yet yon left Francis alive and well at Marahmin- ster." "I thought Francis was you." "Ah! Deceived by our resemblance, no doubt" "Yes, I think so," I replied, not wishing to tell him my suspicions. "Well, yon see you made a mistake. Francis is at Morshminster, and I am here, I suppose,"he added jokingly. "Yon are quite convinced that I am Felix?" "I was quite convinced the other man was Francis." "Great heavens, man, yon surely don't doubt that lam Felix Briarflald?" he cried irritably, rising to his feet "I don't! I can't!" 1 'Perhaps you thought it waa I whom you met at the inn?" "No, because the man I met at the inn is dead. Besides he had a wound on his right hand, and you have not" '"It's a queer business altogether," said Briarfield, walking to and fro. "I cannot but agree with your idea of hallucination. " "I tell you it is too real for hallucination." "Then how con yon explain it?" he demanded sharply, passing before me. "I can't explain it, ' I replied holp- lessly. "If yon had discovered the corpse when you returned to the inn, there might be some chance of solving the mystery. But you admit there was no corpse there." "Not the vestige of one." "Then that proves the thing to be hallucination," he said triumphantly. "If the man was murdered, who would take the trouble to remove the corpse?" "Streut might have done so to con- eeal the evidence of his crime." "He fled the previous night by your own acknowledgment The whole thing is ridiculous. If I were you, Denham, I would see a doctor. That brain of yours is in a dangerous state." "In spite of all yon say, I am certain it was Francis I 'met at the inn." "How can that be when be whom yon met is dead and Francis is alive? It could not be Francis, and as I have not been out of Paris it oould not have "Then who .was it?" "Some stranger, no doubt, in whom you saw a facial resemblance to us." "Impossible!" "So I thinly" said Briarfield significantly. "For my part, I think yon are subject to delusions. Do not pursue this case, my friend, or yon may find your* •elf in a lunatic asylwa, " "Will you come oveir to Marshmin- ster and help me to solve the mystery?" "Certainly not, Denham. My plans are all made for Italy, and I go there tomorrow. I certainly don't intend to overoatne the dread my actions apparently caused him and answered civilly enough: "Certainly, if it will do you any good. What is it yo» wish to know?" "Were you in England within the tast seven days?" "No; I have not been in England for at least six weeks." "Do you know the Fen inn?" "Never heard of it in all my life." "Are yon acquainted with a girl named Rose Strent?" "I don't even know her name. "When did your brother Francis return to England from South America?" "Three mouths ago." "Have you seen him since his return?" "Frequently in London, but bo is now, I believe, at Marshminster." "Do you know ho is engaged to Miss Bellin?" "Of course I do," said Briarfield, "Tho marriage takes place shortly, and I um to be the best man—that is, if I return in time." '' What do you mean?" "Well, I'm going to Italy tomorrow," •aid the young man, shrugging bis shoulders, "and it is just possible that I may prolong my tour to tho east Iu that cose I may bo absent from England for at least six mouths or more. During that time Francis will doubtless marry Olivia, and I shall not be able to bo at the wedding." "You have not been in England within the last six weeks. You don't know the Feu iuu nor of the existence of Rose Strent," I summed up. "Then I am the victim of soiao extraordinary hallucination." "Yon are very extraordinary altogether, " retorted Briorflold, ''Now I have answered your questions, pray answer mine, Why do you ask all theae things?" "It is a strange story and cue which you will scarcely believe." "Lot me hoar it." Thus adjured, I told him the *tory 01 my adventure •* the inn, b»t wppreiwd all mention of the belief I then entertained that the brother* bad change* He lUtwed attentively aud eyed • "• the put them off for snob a wild goose chase " •s you wish me to indulge in. " I took uplny hat aud prepared to go. The matter was beyond my comprehension. "There is nothing for me put to return to England." iUU W ****p».•••»•>, . »i_* "Do,"said Briarfield in a pitying tone, "and give ijp following this will- o'-the-wisp," ' "It seems hopeless enough." "Well, so far as I can see, it aeem» maduoBS—nothing more nor loss. My brother Francis is at Marshminster. Yon see me here, so it is absolutely impossible you oould have met cither of ns at that inn, the more so as the man yon met is dead, and we are both alive." '-' 'Yes. Foots are too strong for me,'' I said, holding out my hand. ' 'Uoodby, Briarfleld., Many thauUs fov your kindness; but, oh, man," I added, with a burst of bitterness, "what ducii it all mean?" "It's hallucination," said B.r. rU'.Ul. "Place yourself at once iu tho Imiian ut a doctor." 1st ott disenpca of tho bf aiu, Hstejted to my story with great attention and dae* ' Honed me closely oil all po^t*. "There is some trickery about tnis, Mr. Dettham," he said afte^J06nridera>- "You do not, then, think my meeting" with Francis Briarfleld was a halted* nation?" I tisked eagerly. "There is no hallucination about yon, sir," was the comforting response. "Yon seem to me as sane and matter Of fact a person as I ever mot." ' "Then, if it is not hallucination, now do you account for my having met three- men all exactly alike when I kttolf there are only two with that special appearance in existence?" "I think it is trickery," repeated' Merriok, nursing his chin. "This !• more a case for a detective than for a doctor. Were I you, Mr. Denham, I would employ a good detective and probe the mystery thoroughly. The matter seems miraculous to yon now, but I feel sure when you learn the solution ybn, Will be surprised at its simplicity." "If I am sane, as yon say and as I believe myself to be, I will thrash out the matter myself." > "Better get a trained man, Mr. Denham. From what yon have told me ?. see you have to deal with a criminal et no ordinary intelligence. It is an extraordinary case," mused the doctor, "and I do not wonder at the fascination it seems to exercise over yon. Were I in your place!'— "Were yon in my place?" seeing he hesitated. "Here am I setting up for a lawyer," •aid Merrick quaintly. "To tell yon the honest truth, Mi;. Denham, yon have inoculated me with detective fever. I should like to solve this problem myself. Criminal investigation baa always- been rather a hobby of mine. Iu my business I meet with some queer experiences. There are more insane people in. the world than yon think." "Tell me your ideas, doctor, and I'll carry them out and report progress." "Good! I'll be the sleeping partner," he said in an amused tone, "but I warn, yon, Mr. Denham, that from what I BO* of this case it will be one of great difficulty and may take months to work out." "I don't mind that. It is nothing to- an idle man like myself, but I am afraid, Dr. Merrick, I take up your valuable tima " "Oh, lean spare a few minutes,"' said the doctor quickly. "I work hard, enough, so it is permitted to even a professional man to indulge occasionally • in some amusement This case is so tome." "Well, and your idea?" "In the first place, I am inclined to agree with your ideas of Felix passing himself off as Francis." "I have abandoned that idea," laid I dolefully. "I saw Felix in Paris." "Wait a moment," replied Merriok.. "We'll come to that later on. Further- 1 more, I believe it was Felix yon met at! Marshrainster—Felix, who called-himself Francis and posed as the lover of Miss Bellin." "But I saw him in Paris," nidi,, again clinging to that undeniable fact , "I know yon did, but the pretended; Francis of Marshminster and the real Felix of Palis are one and the same per-; ion." 1 "Yoa mean that he followed me' 1 a/er." I cried, suddenly enlightened. "Precisely, and suborned the manager et the Hotel des Etraugera.'' "But why should he do that?" . "Can't yon see?" said Merriok impatiently. ' 'Felix wants to put a stop to- your following up this case. From your story it is quite probable that he kiinfc his brother through Strent The whole circumstances of that lone inn are very suspicious. Your unfore* »n arrival on that night complicated matter*. You •aw how unwilling they were to admit yoa Hod you not arrived Francis would have vanished from the world, and none would hnvo been a bit wiser. But when you came to Bellin Hall Felix saw a new source of danger not only to his character, but to bis life. He asked for L 'h » night's grace. During that night he wentbinwoif to the Fen iuu and hid the* corpse in some bog bole." "Impossible!" "I'll stake my life that it is so," said Merriok calmly. "Make inquiries as to CHAPTER VII. After that iutovviow with Felix I ro- turned forthwith to London. 1 had accomplished tho object of my journoy and did not care about staying longer in Paris. My mind was much perturbed, as I was quite uuuble to come to any loucluslon rosuootiug tho opcode at Uw fen inn. Beyond »H doubt I had proved ihat Francis was at Muruluiiinator, Felix In PiwU. Who, then, was the man [ had mot at tho iuu? It was impossible (hat I conld bemistukou in the identity of my college Wood, yet iu the face of such evidence as 1 had gathered it was ridiculous to cling to my first impressions. There oould not be three toothers exactly alike lu personal appearances, and yet I hod behold three won—at the Fen inn, at Mwnhuiinster and iu Paris —who resembled each other in every re•neck The more I pandered over the mystery, tho deeper did it become, and the more confune4 grew my brain. I begun to think'that J was the victim of some hallucination, as I oould explain the mutter iu no other w»y With this idea, which rteepjFeUx^flBWf IfeflrJ* ft «TU stalw my U/« it i tho movements of Foli* Brinrfleld W» .,, that night, trod I'll lay anything you/M^I find ho wont to the Fun inn." - «•<•< "That, thon," said I, "was the ,~« •on he was so rendy to go there nJM# morning with wo." " "Exactly! Ho knew well thanks hi« forethought, that thure was no < deuce thoro 10 convict him of a QX\L,^ ; «ud he oould still koop up his IropoeV) ture. So f:ir all was in his favor, »«•« yow obstinacy wised a new dam You said you would go to Paris untt I isfy yourself of the wttstunoe of fle Now, then, you romutuwl two days. 1 fcoudou," .. m "Yes. J >viw uot quite ewe wbe|bef A itwas worth Willie oarryiug OM ttW mjl* H ter." ' waa a pity yun wasted soumQlt 1 uaiA Mvjvlok, "fc* FeUKVf" " —,— 0 - if your nojltgcnob to to Pjtt'iH aw! Joy a trap for yqfe fc»j wwdii h<< i'.u«ip t >i ; ':u'' d froijiV ster a* Fmuia, *FeUV

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