I recognized it as belonging to Kaffar.

I saw something lying on the ground, and, on picking it up, found it to be a scarf which Kaffar had been wearing this very night.

It was twisted and soiled, and on it were spots of blood.

Footmarks were to be seen on the edge of the deep pond, indicating a struggle; but Kaffar was nowhere to be seen.' "'It cannot be! It cannot be!' said Miss Forrest.

'But what then ?' "'I asked Mr.Blake questions.