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24 REYNOLDS’ WORKS that place in Agar Town, are there no means— _ But you understand me? ”’ and the lady looked with dark and ominous sionificancy at the Cannibal. ‘Well, I think I do, ma’am,”’ he replied, a horrible leer corroborating his words. “ Yes, it’s quite possible for them two gentlemen to tumble down into a cellar at the Billy Goat and break their necks, or disappear somehow or another in such an unaccountable way that their friends shall never know what the deuce to think of it — ” ‘J do not wish to hear any more,” interrupted Lady Saxondale. Then, in a low, murmuring voice, she added, as she again fixed her eyes with a look of deep meaning upon the Cannibal, ‘‘ But this much I may say, I dislike those two persons so much that 1f you did happen to come with the intelligence that they had disappeared so unaccountably as you state, I think that in my satisfaction I should make you a present of a couple of thousand guineas.” “Ah, that’s something like!’ exclaimed the Cannibal, a ferocious joy appearing upon his countenance. ‘‘ Not an- other word, ma’am, upon the subject. I dare say you will see me again before long.’’ ‘“ Eivery Monday and Thursday night,’’ added Lady Sax- ondale, ‘“‘ at eleven o’clock, I shall look into the chapel. And now you must take your departure.’’ Chiffin delayed not to follow this intimation, and suc- ceeded in effecting his egress from the building by means of the window in the adjacent tapestry chamber. Lady Saxondale, extinguishing the light, regained her own chamber, without being observed by any inmate of the castle, and when she was alone, she sat down and gave way to her reflections. | ‘Can that man be trusted? ”’ she asked herself. ‘ Did he not meditate treachery toward me when agreeing to admit that odious Gunthorpe and that Deveril— who is alike loved and detested — into the castle? I can scarcely under- stand the true meaning of the villain’s conduct. But no matter. I will write to him no more; nor will I further place myself in his power. If the hints I have thrown out and the immensity of the reward I have offered shall tempt him to remove these enemies from my path, so much the better; and if he should ever dare to proclaim that he received the hint from me, who would believe him? No one. But how j Gomicbooks