Once Aboard the Lugger-- The History of George and his Mary

A Shot At

ad got back to his inn at Temple Colney, a very agitated young man booked fro

ed eyes at the opposite seat. Sometimes he paced wildly from door to door, chin sunk on breast, in his eyes still that look of

this feveri

g him. He had broken the envelope, had read, and immediately a ticklin

nce. Cat fou

umped int

window a laden cart went thumping by-thump, thump; thump, thump-cat found; cat found. The cart drubbed away and

hought

t found!-then some damned prowli

scruples. That little meeting with his Mary had made him the more desperately anxious for success s

d to assure himself, had not been found at all. It was impossible that anyone had been to the hut. Some idiot had found a cat that answered to the Rose

tley Hill; went rushing to the hut. Outside, for full ten minutes he dare

imself; pus

snapped his fingers; cavorted through the steps of a wild da

re was

I

s till he was calmer, he took a moment

onger-must dash in with the true Rose at once. Surely his uncle's delight would be suffi

t that his uncle, and the detective, and heaven knew who else besides, would require a plausible and circumstantial story of how the Rose had been found-might wish to prosecute

the hut; the tearing excitement of the thought that he had his very fingers upon success-these combined to make him reckless of truth and blind to doubts. He relied upon his uncle's transports of delight on recove

of Bill and Mr. Brunger at the inn, closely dogging the landlord; then he seized the cat and in a second