"Yep," said the untruthful Bill, who had followed the conversation with interest. Such a finale was in harmony with his tastes. He wanted an audience for the act he contemplated. His ideas about the English law were of the haziest, but he did not doubt his ability to escape the consequence of his vengeance. One question the girl put to him before his departure. She found a surprising difficulty in putting it into words. "Where—where is the wom—your wife now, Mr. Slewer?" she asked in a low voice. This well-nigh proved the undoing of Mr. Slewer, whose inventive faculty was not the strongest part of his intellectual equipment. He was standing on the doorstep when she put the question, and she saw him wriggle a little in his embarrassment. "She," he hesitated, "oh, I guess he’s got her with him all right, all right." Then he remembered that this could not be so without her knowledge, and he hastened to add, "or else he’s put her down and out." "Killed her?" comprehended the girl with a gasp. "Yep," said Mr. Slewer nodding his head. "Jukey’s a mighty bad man—yes, sir." Sir Harry was at the gate directing the cabman and young Mr. Tanneur was with him. Bill looked round and then edged closer to the girl. "Say," he whispered, "dat Jukey feller—do youse wanter do him dirt?" "I—I don’t understand," she faltered. He nodded his head sagely did this product of Cherry Hill, who had gone West in ’93. "To-morrer," he said, "I’m goin’ to put it outer him—proper!" He left her as a novelist would say, a prey to conflicting emotions. II I do not profess to understand anything about the legal procedure of the United States Courts, or for the matter of that of English Courts either. Occasionally there comes to me a document beginning "Edward, by the Grace of God, King of Great Britain." I have noticed idly enough that it used to be subscribed "Halsbury"; and that lately it has borne the name of "Loreburn," so I gather there have been changes made, and that the other man has lost his job. When Sir Harry’s business-like agent in Denver decided to contest the title of the Silver Mine, he acted in a perfectly straightforward manner and issued a writ or its equivalent, calling upon the holder of the title to immediately surrender the same. There was a difficulty in serving this notice on the defendant, and there was also a great danger. For the appearance of the defendant in court would have established beyond any doubt whatever that Sir Harry’s friends were no more entitled to the property than the mythical man in the moon. Therefore the clever lawyer in Denver made no attempt to serve it, indeed he was anxious to preserve as a secret the fact that such a writ was contemplated. It was therefore strange that he decided to take the course he did; which was to advertise, in other words, affect substituted service, in three daily newspapers.