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Mr.CARYLL'S IDENTITY.
"I must see Lord Ostermore!" had been Mr.Caryll's wild cry, as he strode to the door.
From the other side of it there came a sound of steps and voices.

Some one was turning the handle.
Hortensia caught Mr.Caryll by the sleeve.

"But the letters!" she cried frantically, and pointed to the incriminating papers which he had left, forgotten, upon the desk.
He stared at her a moment, and memory swept upon him in a flood.

He mastered the wild agitation that had been swaying him, thrust the paper that he was carrying into his pocket, and turned to go back for the treasonable letters.
"The taper!" he exclaimed, and pointed to the extinguished candle on the floor.