CHAPTER XXV

THE CONSPIRATORS The shadows were creeping down, and evening was approaching, as Bellew took his way along that winding lane that led to the house of Dapplemere. Had there been any one to see (which there was not), they might have noticed something almost furtive in his manner of approach, for he walked always under the trees where the shadows lay thickest, and paused, once or twice, to look about him warily. Being come within sight of the house, he turned aside, and forcing his way through a gap in the hedge, cam…