r at the garden gate and send her on. It
would be inconvenient if she were to arrive before the funeral.

"My dear doctor, I rely on your sense, your prudence, and your
capability.--Yours very sincerely,

"Your ENGLISH FRIEND."

He read this letter very carefully. Nothing in it he thought the least
dangerous, and yet something suggested danger. However, he left it; he
was obliged to caution and warn the doctor, and he was obliged to get
his wife away as quietly as possible.

This done, he packed up his things and hurried off to the station, and
Passy saw him no more.

The next day the mortal remains of Lord Harry Norland were lowered into
the grave.

CHAPTER LV

THE ADVENTURES OF A FAITHFUL MAID

IT was about five o'clock on Saturday afternoon. The funeral was over.
The unfortunate young Irish gentleman was now lying in the cemetery of
Auteuil in a grave purchased in perpetuity. His name, age, and rank
were duly inscribed in the registers, and the cause of his death was
vouched for by the English physician who had attended him at the
request of his family. He was accompanied, in going through the
formalities, by the respectable woman who had nursed the sick man
during his last seizure. Everything was perfectly in order. The
physician was the only mourner at the funeral. No one was curious about
the little procession. A funeral, more or less, excites no attention.

The funeral completed, the doctor gave orders for a single monument to
be put in memory of Lord Harry Norland, thus prematurely cut off. He
then returned to the cottage, paid and dismissed the nurse, taking her
address in case he should find an opportunity, as he hoped, to
recommend her among his numerous and distinguished clientele, and
proceeded to occupy himself in setting everything in order before
giving over the key to the landlord. First of all he removed the
medicine bottles from the cupboard with great care, leaving nothing.
Most of the bottles he threw outside into the dust-hole; one or two he
placed in a fire which he made for the purpose in the kitchen: they
were shortly reduced to two or three lumps of molten glass. These
contained, no doubt, the mysteries and secrets of Science. Then he went
into every room and searched in every possible place for any letters or
papers which might have been left about. Letters left about are always
indiscreet, and the consequences of an indiscretion may be far-reaching
and incalculable. Satisfie