"Men, why do you linger and stare?
Lights! and follow me to the stone terrace." He led the way.

There was a general rush from the house.

The men bore lanterns; the women clung to the men, terror and curiosity struggling, but curiosity getting the better of it.

In dead silence all made their way to the stone terrace--all but one.
Sybilla Silver saw them depart, stood a moment, irresolute, then turned and sped away to Sir Everard's dressing-room.

She drew the compact bundle of clothes from their corner, removed the dagger, tied up the bundle again with the weight inside, and hurriedly left the house.
"These blood-stained garments are not needed to fix the guilt upon him," she said to herself: "that is done already.