Produced by David Edwards, Matthew Wheaton and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This file was produced from images generously made available by The Internet Archive) THE STORY OF CHARLES STRANGE A Novel BY MRS. HENRY WOOD AUTHOR OF "EAST LYNNE," ETC. IN THREE VOLUMES VOL. III. LONDON: RICHARD BENTLEY AND SON Publishers in Ordinary to Her Majesty the Queen 1888 [_All Rights Reserved_] CONTENTS OF VOL. III. CHAPTER PAGE I. ON THE WATCH 1 II. TOM HERIOT 29 III. AN EVENING VISITOR 46 IV. RESTITUTION 64 V. CONFESSION 92 VI. DANGER 117 VII. WITH MR. JONES 136 VIII. AN ACCIDENT 165 IX. LAST DAYS 185 X. LAST WORDS 203 XI. DOWN AT MARSHDALE 226 XII. IN THE EAST WING 249 XIII. CONCLUSION 260 THE STORY OF CHARLES STRANGE. CHAPTER I. ON THE WATCH. Mr. Serjeant Stillingfar sat at dinner in his house in Russell Square one Sunday afternoon. A great cause, in which he was to lead, had brought him up from circuit, to which he would return when the Nisi Prius trial was over. The cloth was being removed when I entered. He received me with his usual kindly welcome. "Why not have come to dinner, Charles? Just had it, you say? All the more reason why we might have had it together. Sit down, and help yourself to wine." Declining the wine, I drew my chair near to his, and told him what I had come about. A few days had gone on since the last chapter. With the trouble connected with Mrs. Brightman, and the trouble connected with Tom Heriot, I had enough on my mind at that time, if not upon my shoulders. As regarded Mrs. Brightman, no one could help me; but regarding the other---- Was Tom in London, or was he not? How was I to find out? I had again gone prowling about the book-stall and its environs, and had seen no trace of him. Had Leah really seen him, or only some other man who resembled him? Again I questioned Leah. Her opinion was not to be shaken. She held emphatically to her assertion. It was Tom that she had seen, and none other. "You may have seen some other sailor, sir; I don't say to the contrary; but the sailor I saw was Captain Heriot," she reiterated. "Suppose I go again to-night, sir? I may, perhaps, have the good luck to see him." "Should you call it good luck, Leah?" "Ah well, sir, you know what I mean," she answered. "Shall I go to-night?" "No, Leah; I am going myself. I cannot rest in this uncertainty." Rest! I felt more like a troubled spirit or a wandering ghost. Arthur Lake asked what had gone wrong with me, and where I disappeared to of an evening.