On one he had begun, "Fifty years have come and gone since a fair English maiden ascended the throne of England." Another stopped short at, "To every loyal Englishman the Jubil----" A third sheet commenced with, "Though there have been a number of royal Jubilees in the history of the world, probably none has awakened the same interest as----" and a fourth began, "1887 will be known to all future ages as the year of Jub----" One sheet bore the sentence, "Heaven help me!" and it is believed that these were the last words the deceased ever penned.
Mr.Pettigrew was a most estimable man in private life, and will be greatly missed in the circles to which he had endeared himself.

He leaves a widow and a small family.

It may be worth adding that when discovered dead, there was a smile upon his face, as if he had at last found peace.

He must have suffered great agony that forenoon, and his death is best looked upon as a happy release.
* * * * * Marriot, Scrymgeour and I awarded the tin of Arcadia to Pettigrew, because he alone of the competitors seemed to believe that his dream might be realized.
[Illustration] [Illustration] CHAPTER XXX.
THE MURDER IN THE INN.
Sometimes I think it is all a dream, and that I did not really murder the waits.

Perhaps they are living still.