The mockery of the sunlight filling the air, gleaming far and wide upon the creek-riven marshes and wet sands, the singing of the birds, the slow tramp of the wagon horses.

All these things went to fill up that one terrible picture.

I looked at the woman opposite to me, and in her face was some reflection of the horror which I as surely felt.
"For your sake," she murmured, "we must find out how he met with his death." "The verdict was Found drowned," I murmured.
"People will change their opinion now," she answered.

"Besides, you and I know that he was not drowned." "You are sure of that ?" I asked.
"Quite," she answered.

"He had letters with him, I know, and papers for you.