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314 THE DUGDALE MILLIONS. Mr. Hetlow, and again at Merrimount still pointing at the open window. He rushed rapidly to it, stopped as he was about to plunge through it, and said: “Thank you for the chance, old man. You are the same Eric of the old days—never a sneak, and with always a helping hand for the poor devil in the race.” He leaped lightly through the window, ran hastily across the lawn, and disappeared into the shrub- bery. “That was very wrong, my lord,” said Mr. Stanton sternly. ““T think not,” replied Merrimount quietly. ‘ You could not have put him under arrest but for my ex- posure of him, and I do not want the weight upon me of having been responsible for the imprisonment of a poor devil who had been my schoolmate, and with whom I had slept and ate and sported and studied.” Wallis crossed the room shyly, her eyes shining and wet with tears. She placed her hand in that of Merrimount and pressed it, but did not speak. Merrimount having it, would not let it go. Mr. Stanton strode angrily into the hall, where he bade a servant to tell the coachman to saddle a horse and come at once to the house. Then he hastily wrote a telegram to Captain Lawton, asking him to arrest Orton Pierson, Dennis Moore, Oliver Ransom, and Harold Pierson, saying that they had been de- tected in fraud, forgery, and conspiracy. He called Dick to him and asked him to sign the dispatch, who demurred as to Harold Pierson because of Merrimount, but was finally persuaded to do so by the old lawyer, who insisted that he was only doing his duty. When they returned to the library they found Mr. Hetlow examining the proofs contained in the tin Comicbooks.€© 3