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England! The wretch, then, had been to London on his iniquitous business, and had only just re- turned. And Ramsey was laughing at tle accounts he gave of his success; and they drank to each other’s health—for they had been dining together. I was riveted to the spot: nry ear was nailed to the wall;—and now Ramscy began to teil his partner in fraad how he had been that afternoon to the Manor while he knew that I was in Ayles- bury,—how he had seen Lady Stainiord and re- vealed to her the ruin which had assaile! the bank,—how he and Martin had taken good care of themselves,—and how they had hit upon a cer- tain plan for disposing of se—her husband—to which she had finally consented, though with some hesitation. What this plan was, did not appear; but I heard enough to convince me that Martin had made all the arrangements when in London to carry it into execution. The wretches! did they intend to murder me? My blood boiled as if alava-stream were circulating in my veins: but still I listened. Martin now spoke; and It appeared that he had succeeded in finding out in London a certain Joseph Warren, nicknamed the Magsman, who had cheerfully undertaken for a heavy bribe the busineas which they had in hand regarding me! Ramsey asked Martin if he were sure that this Warren would be punctual—and the reply was in the affirmative. They then spoke of Warren in connexion with some former trans- action relative to spurious coin; and Martin re- minded Ramsey how well the man had behaved in that instance. I know not how it was that I restrained the {ndiguation and the fury which were boiling within me as al! this complication of atrocity was developed: bit I suppose it was that I desired to remain and hear the two miscreants to the end. And perhaps I was the more com- pletely riveted to the spot inasmach as I sought to glean the nature of the dark and mystcrious project that they had devised relative to myself. Bet presently the seducer of my wife—the villain Ramsey—began to speak of her in such light, Icose, and ribald terms that I felt maddened as if drops of molten lead were falling upon my brain; —and when, no longer able to restrain myself, I was about to rush from the room and burst into the preaence of the two men,a dizziness came over me and I sank senseless upon a chair.” Here the baronet peused again ; and moanings of unutterable anguish escaped him. “By heaven!” cried Page, “if I tan only get out of this place, I will hunt those two scoandrels into Newgute before I have done with them! But pray proceed, Sir Richard—I am dying to hear the rest.” “ And the remainder is terrible !” exclaimed tho unfortanate baronet, with the emphasis of a poig- nant mental agony “I told you how I sank down in a swoon,” he continued, endeavouring to master his emotions: “when I awoke from that senseless state, my watch informed me that nearly half-an-hour must have elapsed while I remained thus unconscious of all that was passing. I list- ened again at the partition wall: but the voices had ceased—all was silent. The villains had evidently retired. Haw was I to act? I was bewildcred—stunned—stupified. Should I return home, and wreak my vengeance upon my wile ? No—I could not harm her, guilty though she were; for her beaatiful image floated with sup- plicating eyes before mef SBnt I felt that to forgive her were impossible And then those two miscreanta—how wus I to act towards them? Oh! it was easy to ilecide that point : I was & magistrate, and could myself issue warrants for their “pprehension. This I resolved to doin the morning—for I was too heart-sick, too much exz- hausted with mental anguish, and too deeply ovar- whelmed with ineffable woe, to take any deliberate step that night. It was twelve o'clock when I reached the Manor; and the servant who opened the door toadmit me intothe house, stated that Mr. Ramsey had been waiting for the last two hours to see me. An unnatural composure took sion of me: I cannot account for it—but such was the fact ;—and I resolved to hear all that my vil- lanous partner might have to say before I pro- claimed how much I knew. I entered the dining- room, where my wife was seated on one side of the supper-table and Sey on the other. I threw myself upon a chair with no affected exhaustion, but a real weariness alike of mind and body ; and Lady Stamford inquired what had detained me at Aylesburyso long. I observed that thers was a sub- dued anxiety and atremulousness inher voice, end when I endeavoured to speak, my tongue clave to the roof of my mouth. Ramsey remarked upon the Joveliness of the night, which was of frosty clear- ness and moonlit; and he asked me to walk out with him i..to the shrubbery, as he wished to con- verse with me upon matters of great importance. It flashed to my mind all in a moment that he sought to inveigle me into some snare—perhaps to put into execution the mysterious scheme against me at which he and Martin had so darkly hinted -— and my blood, an instant before so sluggish, be- gan to circulate like thrilling electricity in my veins. Starting from my seat, I poured forth the most bitter invectives alike against Ramsey and Lady Stamford. Did my life depend upon it | could not now recapitulate all that I thensaid: bat I re- collect that in a few hasty and cutting words I re- vealed enough to convince the guilty pair that everything was discovered. With incredible ra- pidity I must have glanced at the scene at the Jeweller's—the dishonoured cheque —the exami- nation of the bank-books—and the conversation which I had overheard at the inn. Ramsey sate stapified upon his chair: my wife became dis- tracted—throwing herself at my feet—confessing all and everything of which I accused her—end imploring my mercy and my pardon. The scene was terrible: my eyes must have flashed fire— my features must have been convalsed with rage. Sensations of decp and burning hatred filled my soul—and my brain was ina ferment. ut still my wife knelt before ae, with upturned eyes and clasped hands—and her penetrati Dg, agunising voice, rendered wild with despair, continued to beseech my forgiveness. Oh! even* now that voice rings through my head,—and the sound will never cease to vibrate there—no, not when old age shall have made my ears impervious—if Ilive so long! Suddenly I spurned her.from me —end she fell back: but in the next momont she started up with a wild and piercing cry, and ecizing a sharp fruit-knife that lay too ready at hand, plunged it with the energetic violence of despair into her own bosom. Both Ramsey and myself rushed forward at the same instant to arrest the hand which wielded the fatal weapoo COMICHIOOKS (C a co