CHAPTER XXXV.
HIGHLY SENSATIONAL.
Sybilla Silver went straight from the prison cell of Sir Everard to the sick-room of his mother.

It was almost eleven when she reached the Court, but they watched the night through in that house of mourning.
Leaving the fly before the front entrance, Sybilla stole round to that side door she had used the memorable night of March tenth.

She admitted herself without difficulty, and proceeded at once to Lady Kingsland's sick-room.
She tapped lightly at the door.

It was opened instantly, and the pale face of Mildred looked out.
"You here! How dare you, you cruel, wicked, merciless woman!" she indignantly cried.
"Hard words, Miss Kingsland.

Let me in, if you please--I wish to see your mother." "You shall not come in! The sight of you will kill her! Was it not enough to swear away the life of her only son?
Do you want to blast her dying hours with the sight of your base, treacherous face ?" With a look of scornful contempt, Sybilla took her by the shoulder and drew her out of the room.
"Don't be an idiot, Mildred Kingsland! I gave my evidence--how could I help it?
It wasn't my fault that your brother murdered his wife.