When I looked back after a bit I saw her standing there by the light of the dirty little lamp above the cross-roads." "Did you see the wagonette on the road ?" "Not a sign of it.

Just her--alone." A faint hope died in Charles's breast.

Even the drunken irregularity of a Cornish cabman told against Sisily.

But that point was not so immediately important as Thalassa's story that the murder had been committed during his absence from Flint House.

Although his own experience supported that supposition, Charles was reluctant to accept a theory which plunged the events of that night into deeper mystery than ever.
"Well, go on," he said.