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The Bittermeads Mystery
by E. R. Punshon

CONTENTS
I THE LONE PASSENGER
II THE FIGHT IN THE WOODS
III A COINCIDENCE
IV A WOMAN WEEPS
V A WOMAN AND A MAN
VI A DISCOVERY
VII QUESTION AND ANSWER
VIII CAPTIVITY CAPTURE
IX THE ATTIC 0F MYSTERY
X THE NEW GARDENER
XI THE PROBLEM

XII AN AVOWAL
XIII INVISIBLE WRITING
XIV LOVE-MAKING AT NIGHT
XV THE SOUND OF A SHOT
XVI IN THE WOOD
XVII A DECLARATION
XVIII ROBERT DUNN'S ENEMY
XIX THE VISIT TO WRESTE ABBEY
XX ELLA'S WARNING
XXI DOUBTS AND FEARS
XXII PLOTS AND PLANS
XXIII COUNTER PLANS
XXIV AN APHORISM
XXV THE UNEXPECTED
XXVI A RACE AGAINST TIME
XXVII FLIGHT AND PURSUIT
XXVIII BACK AT BITTEBMEADS
XXIX THE ATTIC
XXX SOME EXPLANATIONS
XXXI CONCLUSION

CHAPTER I
THE LONE PASSENGER
That evening the down train from London deposited at the little country
station of Ramsdon but a single passenger, a man of middle height,
shabbily dressed, with broad shoulders and long arms and a most
unusual breadth and depth of chest.
Of his face one could see little, for it was covered by a thick growth of
dark curly hair, beard, moustache and whiskers, all overgrown and
ill-tended, and as he came with a somewhat slow and ungainly walk
along the platform, the lad stationed at the gate to collect tickets
grinned amusedly and called to one of the porters near:
"Look at this, Bill; here's the monkey-man escaped and come back
along of us."
It was a reference to a travelling circus that had lately visited the place
and exhibited a young chimpanzee advertised as "the monkey-man,"
and Bill guffawed appreciatively.
The stranger was quite close and heard plainly, for indeed the youth at
the gate had made no special attempt to speak softly.
The boy was still laughing as he held out his hand for the ticket, and the
stranger gave it to him with one hand and at the same time shot out a
long arm, caught the boy - a well-grown lad of sixteen - by the middle
and, with as little apparent effort as though lifting a baby, swung him
into the air to the top of the gate-post, where he left him clinging with
arms and legs six feet from the ground.
"Hi, what are you a-doing of?" shouted the porter, running up, as the
amazed and frightened youth, clinging to his gate-post, emitted a
dismal howl.

"Teaching a cheeky boy manners," retorted the stranger with an angry
look and in a very gruff and harsh voice. "Do you want to go on top of
the other post to make a pair?"
The porter drew back hurriedly.
"You be off," he ordered as he retreated. "We don't want none of your
sort about here."
"I certainly