ondolence that had been answered.

Colonel Ashley worked quickly and silently, and he was about to give up,
a look of disappointment on his face, when he found a slip of paper in
one of the pigeon holes. And the slip bore this, written in pencil:

58 C. H.--I6I*

CHAPTER X. A WATER HAZARD

"Isn't there some place where you can take her for a few days--some
relative's where she can rest and forget, as much as possible, the
scenes here?"

"Yes, there is," replied Miss Mary Carwell to Colonel Ashley's question.
"I'll go with her myself to Pentonville. I have a cousin there, and it's
the quietest place I know of, outside of Philadelphia," and she smiled
faintly at the detective.

"Good!" he announced. "Then get her away from here. It will do you both
good."

"But what about the case--solving the mystery? Won't you want either
Viola or me here to help you?"

"I shall do very well by myself for a few days. Indeed I shall need the
help of both of you, but you will be all the better fitted to render
it when you return. So take her away--go yourself, and try to forget as
much of your grief as possible."

"And you will stay--"

"I'll stay here, yes. Shag and I will manage very nicely, thank you. I'm
glad you have colored help. I can always get along with that kind. I've
been used to them since a boy in the South."

And so Viola and Miss Carwell went away.

It was after the sufficiently imposingly somber funeral of Horace
Carwell, for since the adjourned inquest--adjourned at the request of
the prosecutor--it was not considered necessary to keep the poor, maimed
body out of its last resting place any longer. It had been sufficiently
viewed and examined. In fact, parts of it were still in the hands of the
chemists.

"And now, Shag, that we're left to ourselves--" said Colonel Ashley,
when Viola and Miss Carwell had departed the day following the funeral,
"now that we are by ourselves--"

"I reckon as how you'll fix up as to who it were whut done killed de
gen'man, an' hab him 'rested, won't yo', Colonel, sah?" asked Shag, with
the kindly concern and freedom of an old and loved servant.

"Indeed I'll do nothing of the sort!" exclaimed Colonel Ashley. "I'm
going fishing, Shag, and I'll be obliged to you if you'll lay out my
Kennebec rod and the sixteen line. I think there are some fighting fish
in that little river that runs along at the end of the golf course. Get
everything ready and then let me know," and