Produced by Juliet Sutherland, David Widger and PG Distributed Proofreaders from images generously made available by the Canadian Institute for Historical Microreproductions FROM WHOSE BOURNE BY ROBERT BARR (LUKE SHARP) AUTHOR OF "IN A STEAMER CHAIR" ETC. [Illustration: William Brenton.] _WITH FORTY-SEVEN ILLUSTRATIONS BY C.M.D. HAMMOND, G.D. HAMMOND, AND HAL HURST_ 1893 TO AN HONEST MAN AND A GOOD WOMAN FROM WHOSE BOURNE PRINCIPAL ILLUSTRATIONS: Buel placed his portmanteau on the deck William Brenton "Do you think I shall be missed?" He again sat in the rocking-chair He saw standing beside him a stranger A Venetian Cafe Venice In Venice The Brenton Murder Mrs. Brenton Gold Publicity The Broken Toy "She's pretty as a picture" Raising the Veil Jane The Detective Jane Morton "Oh, why did I do it?" "How much time do you give me?" In the prisoner's dock "I feel very grateful to you" "Here's the detailed report" "Guilty! Guilty of what?" CHAPTER I. "My dear," said William Brenton to his wife, "do you think I shall be missed if I go upstairs for a while? I am not feeling at all well." [Illustration: "Do you think I shall be missed?"] "Oh, I'm so sorry, Will," replied Alice, looking concerned; "I will tell them you are indisposed." "No, don't do that," was the answer; "they are having a very good time, and I suppose the dancing will begin shortly; so I don't think they will miss me. If I feel better I will be down in an hour or two; if not, I shall go to bed. Now, dear, don't worry; but have a good time with the rest of them." William Brenton went quietly upstairs to his room, and sat down in the darkness in a rocking chair. Remaining there a few minutes, and not feeling any better, he slowly undressed and went to bed. Faint echoes reached him of laughter and song; finally, music began, and he felt, rather than heard, the pulsation of dancing feet. Once, when the music had ceased for a time, Alice tiptoed into the room, and said in a quiet voice-- "How are you feeling, Will? any better?" "A little," he answered drowsily. "Don't worry about me; I shall drop off to sleep presently, and shall be all right in the morning. Good night." He still heard in a dreamy sort of way the music, the dancing, the laughter; and gradually there came oblivion, which finally merged into a dream, the most strange and vivid vision he had ever experienced. It seemed to him that he sat again in the rocking chair near the bed. Although he knew the room was dark, he had no difficulty in seeing everything perfectly. He heard, now quite plainly, the music and dancing downstairs, but what gave a ghastly significance to his dream was the sight of his own person on the bed. The eyes were half open, and the face was drawn and rigid. The colour of the face was the white, greyish tint of death.