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CHAPTER XII. TOWARD three o'clock in the afternoon Captain Wragge stopped at the nearest station to Ossory which the railway passed in its course through Essex. Inquiries made on the spot informed him that he might drive to St. Crux, remain there for a quarter of an hour, and return to the station in time for an evening train to London. In ten minutes more the captain was on the road again, driving rapidly in the direction of the coast. After proceeding some miles on the highway, the carriage turned off, and the coachman involved himself in an intricate network of cross-roads. "Are we far from St. Crux?" asked the captain, growing impatient, after mile on mile had been passed without a sign of reaching the journey's end. "You'll see the house, sir, at the next turn in the road," said t