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~~ a | | 8 emer MTOM RNC NCO eee - —_— ‘‘ Nothing that you can have anything to do with,” responded tke physician, as he copied on a slip of paper the iast inemorandum that stood on the page open before him. “I suppose you know nothing of the deceased woman herselt—who she was—where she lived « “ Nothink at all, doctor. But of course you can easy find out what you want to know from the parish clerk, the sexton, or the registrar.” “No aoubt of it,” said the physician, “Thank you—I need not detain you any longer—and here’s something for the trouble I have given you.” Thus speaking, Dr. Ferney placed a sovereign upon the table as he rose from his seat; and though Shakerly showed an anxiety to ask him some ques- tions, yet he dared not—for he knew the physician’s disposition well, and that if he chose to reveal any- thing he would do so of his own accord. He ac- tordincly held his peace—lighted the doctor to the NO. 42.—-THIRD SERIES. THE MYSTERIES OF THE COURT, 329 NS > I ie 4 p> We > toe a, a al PE wpa =? cate ry r ~ | Lif!" on “ \ SA APS £ ~~ = SS =~ — ——— we Se af sacy « bets ot Pd we ee “Sec ~ ie Wh Ky fe > Wopan | te le ; \ mith Kifer il | i | HAN } (7 fy ‘ Yi aL Se 5 LOL LL £ 3 — E- iy W\\ 7 * wets iat \ ’ if ef i \ \\! » fel W\ Ms i " + ' ta oS silt fe SRS | s TWH | { ae OE o 4 door—wished him good night—andascended to his bed-chamber again, wondering what it couid all mean. “It is strange—most strange!” thought Dr. Ferney, as he retraced his way to the cab; and en- tering the vehicle, he ordered it to drive to his man- sion in Conduit Street. On alighting at his own door, Dr. Ferney per- ceived two policemen at a little distance, lifting up @ man from the pavement; and the words, “I ani not tipsy—I am starving,” uttered in tones of deep distress, reached the physician’s ears. ; Hastily paying the cabman’s fare, he hurried up to the spot where the scene was occurring ; and found that it was an old man—clothed in rags, and altogether in a most lamentable condition—who-a the two officers had just raised from the ground. “What is the matter with you?” inquired Dr. Ferney in a compassionate time. 0)(0)(0) (C