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"
How
,
I
do
n't
know
,
"
replied
McNabbs
;
"
and
the
police
declare
they
are
as
ignorant
on
the
subject
as
myself
.
Why
,
it
is
impossible
to
say
;
that
is
a
mystery
which
the
future
may
explain
.
"
"
The
police
are
not
even
aware
of
Ayrton
's
identity
with
Ben
Joyce
,
"
said
John
Mangles
.
"
You
are
right
,
John
,
"
replied
the
Major
,
"
and
this
circumstance
would
throw
light
on
their
search
.
"
"
Then
,
I
suppose
,
"
said
Lady
Helena
,
"
the
wicked
wretch
had
got
work
on
Paddy
O'Moore
's
farm
with
a
criminal
intent
?
"
"
There
is
not
the
least
doubt
of
it
.
He
was
planning
some
evil
design
against
the
Irishman
,
when
a
better
chance
presented
itself
.
Chance
led
us
into
his
presence
.
He
heard
Paganel
's
story
and
all
about
the
shipwreck
,
and
the
audacious
fellow
determined
to
act
his
part
immediately
.
The
expedition
was
decided
on
.
At
the
Wimerra
he
found
means
of
communicating
with
one
of
his
gang
,
the
blacksmith
of
Black
Point
,
and
left
traces
of
our
journey
which
might
be
easily
recognized
.
The
gang
followed
us
.
A
poisonous
plant
enabled
them
gradually
to
kill
our
bullocks
and
horses
.
At
the
right
moment
he
sunk
us
in
the
marshes
of
the
Snowy
,
and
gave
us
into
the
hands
of
his
gang
.
"
Such
was
the
history
of
Ben
Joyce
.
The
Major
had
shown
him
up
in
his
character
--
a
bold
and
formidable
criminal
.
His
manifestly
evil
designs
called
for
the
utmost
vigilance
on
the
part
of
Glenarvan
.
Happily
the
unmasked
bandit
was
less
to
be
feared
than
the
traitor
.
But
one
serious
consequence
must
come
out
of
this
revelation
;
no
one
had
thought
of
it
yet
except
Mary
Grant
.
John
Mangles
was
the
first
to
notice
her
pale
,
despairing
face
;
he
understood
what
was
passing
in
her
mind
at
a
glance
.
"
Miss
Mary
!
Miss
Mary
!
"
he
cried
;
"
you
are
crying
!
"
"
Crying
,
my
child
!
"
said
Lady
Helena
.
"
My
father
,
madam
,
my
father
!
"
replied
the
poor
girl
.
