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THE RESULT 215 Marlow, turning to the constable. ‘‘ This is the eighth or ninth tavern we have visited, and everywhere the same negative answer. But I am determined to inquire at all the taverns in Dover, sooner than give up the chase.”’ “ But why do you persist in thinking, sir,’’ asked the constable, ‘‘ that she is in Dover? ”’ ‘‘T have no reason beyond my belief that she will try and get over to France. However, we have set a watch for the railway trains — ”’ At this moment the doctor’s boy made his appearance at the bar, and depositing a bottle on the counter, shouted out, ‘‘ Mrs. Chandos!’’ and then hurried away to deliver the remaining contents of his basket. ‘Mrs. Chandos? ” ejaculated Mr. Marlow. ‘‘ By Heaven, it is she! ”’ “Yes, sir,’ old Marshall promptly observed, ‘ there is a lady of that name in the house.”’ ‘“ Enough, enough! ”’ cried the excitable attorney. ‘‘ Show us up to her room. Come along, constable, the bird’s caught at last,’ and he was already rushing with frantic haste out of the bar when old Marshall’s voice called him back. ‘Where are you going, sir, and with this constable, too? The lady is in bed and ill. But is there anything wrong © about her? I’m sure I took her for a most respectable person.”’ “Wrong about her? Respectable person? ’’ ejaculated Mr. Marlow. ‘‘ Why, she’s a robber, a thief! ”’ ‘“ Good heavens, girls,’’ shrieked forth Mrs. Marshall, ‘‘ do so and count the plate. A thief did you say, sir? ”’ “Yes, but a most daring thief, too, a highwayman, or, rather, a highway-woman.”’ “Oh, dear, dear! ’’ cried Mrs. Marshall, appearing to be dreadfully alarmed. ‘ Only think of our having had such a desperate character in the house all night.”’ ‘“ It’s fortunate we have not every one had our throats cut,’ said Kate, making herself shudder from head to foot, while her two sisters likewise gave vent to their pretended feelings of terror and dismay. “Oh, 1f she’s all that,’’ said old Marshall, ‘‘ the sooner she’s out of the house the better. Go up, one of you girls, and show this gentleman and the constable which is her CORVIECLOO® Ss (SO)