It is I." "Sybilla Silver!" No words can describe the look of agony, of terror, of repulsion, that crossed my lady's face.

She held up both hands with a gesture of loathing and horror.
"Keep off!" she cried.

"You murderess!" "Yes," she cried, "that is the word--murderess!--for I murdered your daughter-in-law.

You never liked her, you know, Lady Kingsland.
Surely, then, when I stabbed her and threw her into the sea, I did you a good turn.

Lie still, and listen to me.