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74 A STUDY IN SCARLET. and I learned that Mr. Drebber had returned. He was much excited, and evidently the worse for drink. He forced his way into the room where I was sitting with my daughter, and made some incoherent remark about having missed his train. He then turned to Alice, and, before my very face, proposed to her that she should fly with him. ‘You are of age,” he said, “and there is no law to stop you. I have money enough and to spare. Never mind the old girl here, but come along with me now straight away. You shall live like a prin- cess.” Poor Alice was so frightened that she shrunk away from him, but he caught her by the wrist and endeavored to draw her toward the door. I screamed, and at that moment my son Arthur came into the room. What happened then I do not know. [I heard oaths and the confused sounds of a scuffle. I was too terri- fied to raise my head. When I did look up, I saw Arthur standing in the doorway laughing, with a stick | in his hand. “I don’t think that fine fellow will trouble us again,” he said. “I will just go after him and see what he does with himself.” With those words he took his hat and started off down the street. The next morn- ing we heard of Mr. Drebber’s mysterious death.’ “This statement came from Mrs. Charpentier’s lips with many gasps and pauses. At times she spoke sc low that I could hardly catch the words. I made short hand notes of all that she said, however, so that there _ should be no possibility of a mistake.” “It’s quite exciting,” said Sherlock Holmes, with a yawn. “What happened next ?” “When Mrs. Charpentier paused,” the detective oon Gomicbooks. ¢