Captain Thorn nodded, and turned short off across the street.

Barbara stood like one in a dream, her brain, her mind, her fancy all in a confused mass together.
"Here's the bag, Miss Barbara.

It had got among the folds of the rug." Benjamin held it out to her, but she took no notice; she was unconscious of all external things save one.

That she beheld the real murderer of Hallijohn, she entertained no manner of doubt.

In every particular he tallied with the description given by Richard; tall, dark, vain, handsome, delicate hands, jewellery, and--Captain Thorn! Barbara's cheeks grew white and her heart turned sick.
"The bag, Miss Barbara." Away tore Barbara, leaving Benjamin and the bag in wonder.