terest and putting the threads of the
tangled skein together in their proper sequence.

"Because I, Senos, was at Harrington Gardens that night. I knew that the
laidee I had spoken to was going there, and I feared that some-ting might
happen, for Cane a desperate man when charged with the truth."

"You were there!" I gasped. "What do you know?"

"Well, this," said the narrow-eyed man who had hunted down the assassin
of his master. "I waited outside the house--waited some hours--when about
eleven Cane he came down and unfastened the door and leave it a little
open. I creep in, and soon after you, Mr. Royle, you come in. I wait and
see you go upstairs. Then I creep up and get out of the window on the
landing and on to the roof, where I see inside Cane's room--see all that
goes on. My friend, the hall-porter, he tell me this sometime before, and
I find the spot where, kneeling down, I see between the blinds. I see you
talk with him and I see you go. Then I see Miss Shand--she come in and
Mrs. Petre, and Cane talk to her. She very excited when she meet young
laidee, and Mrs. Petre she give her bottle to smell. Then she faint off.
The laidee, daughter of great Duke, she say something to Cane. He
furious. She repeat what I say to her. Then Mrs. Petre, who had given
Miss Shand the smelling-salts, find knife in her breast and secretly puts
it into Cane's hand. In a moment Cane strikes the young lady with it--ah!
full in the chest--and she sinks on the floor--dead! It went into her
heart. Cane and the woman Petre talk in low whispers for few minutes,
both very afraid. Then Miss Shand she wakes, opens her eyes, and sees the
young laidee dead on the floor. She scream, but Mrs. Petre puts her hand
over her mouth. Cane take out the knife, wipe it, and after telling her
something, Miss Shand creep away. Oh, yes, Senos he see it all! Miss
Shand quite innocent--she do nothing. Cane kill daughter of the great
Duke--he with his own hand--he kill her. Senos saw him--with his own
eyes!"

"Ah!" I cried, rushing towards the native, and gripping both his brown
hands. "Thank you, Senos, for those words. You have saved the woman I
love, for you are an eye-witness to that man's crime which with such
subtle ingenuity he has endeavoured to fasten upon her, and would have
succeeded had it not been for your dogged perseverance and astuteness."

"He kill my master," replied the Peruvian simply. "I watch him and
convict him. He bad assassin, gentl