other three were strangers. On missing Mr. Wentworth, his first words were, "I hope nothing has happened to my master, Sir?"
"You have not heard?" said Mr. Gaveston, with an appearance of surprise.
"Nothing," answered Jeremy. "The constable wouldn't tell us why we were sent for."
"You desired me not, you know, Sir," said Vigors, who still stood by the door, with his hat in his hand.
"Very true," answered Gaveston, "I had forgotten. I think you may go now, Mr. Vigors, we shall not want you for the present;" and Vigors withdrew. "Take a glass of wine, Jeremy," continued Gaveston-"you've bad news to hear."
"I should be glad to know what it is at once, Sir," said Jeremy, who was a straight-forward sort of man, and entertained the most entire dis trust of Mr. Gaveston's sympathy or civilities.
"Nothing less than the death of your master, Jeremy," replied Gaveston, taking out his pocket-handkerchief and covering his face with it; "that rascal Andrew has robbed and murdered him."
"Andrew!" cried Mr. Jeremy—"Lord, Sir, the thing's unpossible!" for, grieved as the honest man was to learn the death of his master,
