Harriet murdered! The tragic story had been whispered through The Grange until it reached their ears, thrilling them to the core of their hearts with terror.
Miss Silver met them--calm, grave, inscrutable.
"I am afraid it is true," she said, "awfully incredible as it seems.
Sir Everard fainted stone-dead, my lady, at sight Of the blood upon the terrace." "Great heavens! it is horrible! That unfortunate girl.

And my son, Sybilla, where is he ?" "Asleep in his room, my lady.

I administered an opiate.

His very life, I think, depended on it.

He will not awake for some hours.