le.

"Squire," he said, "I don't went to elerm you, bet I'm efreid there's
gowing to be more trebble to-night; I saw thet tevern-keeper from
Peskiwenchow, Devis' brether, et the stetion this merning, with sem of
the fellows we fought et the Enkempment. They're not in Kellingwood now,
end yeng Hill tells me he saw strenge men kemming this way in the
efternoon. I towld yeng Hill to bring his gen, and I brought my mounted
petrol kerbine."

"This is terribly vexatious, Mr. Bangs, just as we thought all our
troubles were over."

"It is, bet I think it will be their lest ettempt, a final effort to get
meney and revenge. We must wound es many ef them es we ken, end ellow
the survivors to kerry off the dead end wounded. Thet will be the end of
it. I met Toner, end he tells me old Newcome is ep and eway. Toner kent
come, for Newcome hes threatened to bern down his house."

A gentle rap at the door interrupted the conversation. The Squire went
to open it, and saw his niece in night attire, with a pale, scared
face, hardly able to speak. "What is the matter, Marjorie?"

"There's a man in Mr. Coristine's room, either in the cupboard-wardrobe
or under the bed," she answered, and slipped quietly upstairs to her own
apartment.

Quickly the information was imparted, and the detective at once took
command.

"Mr. Terry, I know you are a good shot. Tek my kerbine which is loaded,
and wetch the windows of Mr. Coristine's room outside. Give Mr. Errol a
pistol, Squire, and kem on. Ah, Mr. Perrowne, we went you, sir; bring
that lemp end follow us."

All obeyed, and slipped up stairs with as little noise as possible. Mr.
Bangs opened the door and listened. Intuitively, he knew that Miss
Carmichael was right; somebody was in that room. Whispering to Mr. Errol
to guard the door, and to the Squire to stand by the wardrobe, he took
the lamp from Mr. Perrowne and flashed it under and over the bed. There
was nobody there. In a moment, however, the wardrobe door burst open,
the Squire was overturned, the light kicked over and extinguished, and
Mr. Errol pushed aside, when three feminine voices called: "Help,
quick!" and, tumbling over one another into the hall, the clever lookers
for burglars found their man in the grasp of three picturesque figures
in dressing gowns. They were at once relieved of their capture, and many
anxious enquiries were made as to whether they had received any injuries
from the felonious intruder. It appeared that th