n discovering it. The house was a wretched, tumble-down tenement in a shabby quarter, one of those quarters that seem never far removed

gin combined, who conducted him to the room where "the furrin laidy" lived,

t visitation of the sick, but a glance showed him that the end could not be far away. The patient was speechless, but as

ni, is safe," he said, "and w

she drew a sealed packet from beneath the pillow and gave it into Dalziel's hand. After another effort she contrived

ack-Giovanni's

resence of Death: then the old woman broke into tipsy lam

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e of the dead and the vileness of his companion jarred harshly on his delicate sensibilities. "He

uttered the other, sulkily

aid Dalziel: "I'll

an grumblin

open it, but it resisted his efforts. Then he bethought him of the sealed packet, which he opened and examined. It contained several papers, which he glanced at hurriedly. As he read, his face grew ashen pale and his hands shook violently. He perused one paper and was taking up a second, when the candle with a spasmodic sputter went suddenly out. Through the dingy window, for a sin

cely realized his loss, and clung to his new protector's hand with passion

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el gave n

eath. One paper, however, was missing. He had left it behind the night before and could obtain no trace of it. The landlord denied having entered t

as they are." Then he took up the faded scrap of music and locked it into the secret drawer of his writing-desk, again muttering: "Nothing can come of it. It's quite