CHAPTER XXIX.
BRANDED.
The baronet lifted his hands to the light, and gazed at their crimson hue with wild, dilated eyes and ghastly face.
"Blood!" he said, in an awful whisper--"blood--Good God, it is hers! She is murdered!" The three listeners recoiled still further, paralyzed at the sight, at the words, at the awful thought that a murderer, red-handed, stood before them.
"A horrible deed has been done this night!" he cried, in a voice that rang down the long hall like a bugle blast.

"A murder has been committed! Rouse the house, fetch lights, and follow me!" Edwards rose up, trembling in every limb.
"Quick!" his master thundered.

"Is this a time to stand agape?
Sybilla, sound the alarm! Let all rise and join in the search." In a moment all was confusion.

Claudine, of a highly excitable temperament, no sooner recovered from her stupor of dismay, then, with a piercing shriek, she fainted and tumbled over in a heap.
But no one heeded her.

Bells rang, lights flashed, servants, white and wild, rushed to and fro, and over all the voice of the master rang, giving his orders.
"Lights, lights!" he shouted.