He had known Sir Everard all his life--he had known his beautiful bride, so passionately beloved.

He had bidden the doomed baronet a last farewell that afternoon.
"He never did it," said he to himself.

"There is a horrible mystery somewhere.

He never did it--I could stake my life on his innocence--and he is to die to-morrow, poor fellow! That missing man, Parmalee, did it, and that fierce young woman with the big black eyes and deceitful tongue was his aider and abettor.

If I could only find that man!" A servant entered with a card, "G.