At last--it may have been a month afterwards--or perhaps it was more--it was found that he had been murdered.

His body had been discovered, and was supposed to be that of somebody else, and had been buried in whatever place the authorities buried people in such cases.

Then it was too late to get it or to identify it, or to do anything.

Wasn't that perfectly awful ?" This story gave me a peculiar shock.

I could not have imagined that that charming and apparently light-hearted young woman at the Holly Sprig had ever been crushed down by such a sorrow as this.