.

." He suddenly knew quite sharply, as though a voice had spoken to him, that he could not endure this any longer.

There was gathering upon him the conviction that in a few minutes, rising from his place, he would cry out to the hall--"I, Olva Dune, this afternoon, killed Carfax.

You will find his body in the wood." He repeated the words to himself under his breath.

"You will find his body in the wood.