Nobody whispered MURDER.

Everybody dwelt on the utter absence of motive--a model husband!--such a charming young wife, and such a devoted stepmother.

We three alone knew--we three, and the children.
On the day when the jury brought in their verdict at the adjourned inquest on Mrs.Le Geyt, Hilda Wade stood in the room, trembling and white-faced, awaiting their decision.

When the foreman uttered the words, "Death by misadventure," she burst into tears of relief.

"He did well!" she cried to me, passionately.