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more than once. "Nevertheless，"continued Poirot，"in view of what has happened，thepolice there would like to have another look at the anonymous letter Ireceived.I have said that you and I will go down to Andover at once." My spirits revived a little.After all，sordid as this crime seemed to be，it was a crime，and it was a long time since I had had any association withcrime and criminals. I hardly listened to the next words Poirot said.But they were to comeback to me with
For the sake of concisenss I think I had better give a brief resume ofthe bare facts of the case. The crime was discovered by Police Constable Dover at 1am on the morningof the 22nd.When on his round he tried the door of the shop and found itunfastened，he entered and at first thought the place was empty.Directinghis torch over the counter，however，he caught sight of the huddled-up bodyof the old woman.When the police surgeon arrived on the spot it was elicited

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But my dear!" repeated madame, nodding firmly; "but my dear! ¡¡¡¡You are faint of heart to-night, my dear!" ¡¡¡¡"Well, then," said Defarge, as if a thought were wrung out of his breast, "it is a long time." ¡¡¡¡"It is a long time," repeated his wife; "and when is it not a long time? Vengeance and retribution require a long time; it is the rule." ¡¡¡¡"It does not take a long time to strike a man with Lightning," said Defarge. ¡¡¡¡"How long," demanded madame, composedly, "does it take to make and store the lightning? Tell me." ¡¡¡¡Defarge raised his head thoughtfully, as if there were something in that too. ¡¡¡¡"It does not take a long time," said
"for an earthquake to swallow a town. Eh well! Tell me how long it takes to prepare the earthquake?" ¡¡¡¡"A long time, I suppose," said Defarge. ¡¡¡¡"But when it is ready, it takes place, and grinds to pieces everything before it. In the meantime, it is always preparing, though it is not seen or heard. That is your consolation. Keep it."

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I am going to tell you. The door-keeper will pass the note to Mr. Lorry, and do you make any gesture that will attract Mr. Lorry's attention, and show him where you stand. Then what you have to do, is, to remain there until he wants you." ¡¡¡¡"Is that all, sir?" ¡¡¡¡"That's all. He wishes to have a messenger at hand. This is to tell him you are there." ¡¡¡¡As the ancient clerk deliberately folded and superscribed the note, Mr. Cruncher, after surveying him in silence until he came to the blotting-paper stage, remarked: ¡¡
¡¡"I suppose they'll be trying Forgeries this morning?" ¡¡¡¡"Treason!" ¡¡¡¡"That's quartering," said Jerry. "Barbarous!" ¡¡¡¡"It is the law," remarked the ancient clerk, turning his surprised spectacles upon him. "It is the law." ¡¡¡¡"It's hard in the law to spile a man, I think. It's hard enough to kill him, but it's very hard to spile him, sir."

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The thought passed through my mind that in the face of my companion, as he looked upon her without speech or motion, I might have read his niece's history, if I had known nothing of it. I never saw, in any painting or reality, horror and compassion so impressively blended. He shook as if he would have fallen; and his hand - I touched it with my own, for his appearance alarmed me - was deadly cold. ¡¡¡¡'She is in a state of frenzy,' I whispered to him. 'She will speak differently in a little time.' ¡¡¡¡I don't know what he would have said in answer. He made some motion with his mouth, and seemed to think he had spoken;
but he had only pointed to her with his outstretched hand. ¡¡¡¡A new burst of crying came upon her now, in which she once more hid her face among the stones, and lay before us, a prostrate image of humiliation and ruin. Knowing that this state must pass, before we could speak to her with any hope, I ventured to restrain him when he would have raised her, and we stood by in silence until she became more tranquil.

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looked at her earnestly. ¡¡¡¡'When you came away from home at the end of the vacation,' said Mrs. Creakle, after a pause, 'were they all well?' After another pause, 'Was your mama well?' ¡¡¡¡I trembled without distinctly knowing why, and still looked at her earnestly, making no attempt to answer. ¡¡¡¡'Because,' said she, 'I grieve to tell you that I hear this morning your mama is very ill.' ¡¡¡¡A mist rose between Mrs. Creakle and me, and her figure seemed to move in it for an instant. Then I felt the burning tears run down my face,
steady again. ¡¡¡¡'She is very dangerously ill,' she added. ¡¡¡¡I knew all now. ¡¡¡¡'She is dead.' ¡¡¡¡There was no need to tell me so. I had already broken out into a desolate cry, and felt an orphan in the wide world. She was very kind to me. She kept me there all day, and left me alone sometimes; and I cried, and wore myself to sleep, and awoke and cried again. When I could cry no more, I began to think; and then the oppression on my breast was heaviest, and my grief a dull pain that there was no ease for.

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> most prominent of these. Over the little mantelshelf, was a picture of the 'Sarah Jane' lugger, built at Sunderland, with a real little wooden stern stuck on to it; a work of art, combining composition with carpentry, which I considered to be one of the most enviable possessions that the world could afford. There were some hooks in the beams of the ceiling, the use of which I did not divine then; and some lockers and boxes and conveniences of that sort, which served for seats and eked out the chairs. ¡¡¡¡All this I saw in the first glance after I crossed the threshold - child-according to my theory - and then Peggotty opened a little door and showed me my bedroom. It was the completest and most desirable bedroom ever seen - in the stern of the vessel; with a little window, where the rudder used to go through; a little looking-glass, just the right height for me, nailed against the wall, and framed with oyster-shells; a little bed, which there was just room enough to get into; and a

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But the big entrance lounge was the favourite placefor the afternoon tea drinking. The elderly ladies enjoyed seeing who came in and out,recognising old friends, and commenting unfavourably on how these had aged. There werealso American visitors fascinated by seeing the titled English really getting down totheir traditional afternoon tea. For afternoon tea was quite a feature of Bertram's.
　　It was nothing less than splendid. Presiding overthe ritual was Henry, a large and magnificent figure, a ripe fifty, avuncular,sympathetic, and with the courtly manners of that long vanished species; the perfectbutler. Slim youths performed the actual work under Henry'saustere direction. There were large crested sliver trays, and Georgian silver teapots. Thechina, if