"Within one year, Mr.Le Geyt will have murdered his wife.

You may take my word, for it." "Le Geyt!" I cried.

"Never! I know the man so well! A big, good-natured, kindly schoolboy! He is the gentlest and best of mortals.

Le Geyt a murderer! Im--possible!" Her eyes were far away.

"Has it never occurred to you," she asked, slowly, with her pythoness air, "that there are murders and murders ?--murders which depend in the main upon the murderer...