It was as I feared.

The Le Geyts! After I left their house, the night before, husband and wife must have quarrelled, no doubt over the question of the children's schooling; and at some provoking word, as it seemed, Hugo must have snatched up a knife--"a little ornamental Norwegian dagger," the report said, "which happened to lie close by on the cabinet in the drawing-room," and plunged it into his wife's heart.

"The unhappy lady died instantaneously, by all appearances, and the dastardly crime was not discovered by the servants till eight o'clock this morning.

Mr.Le Geyt is missing." I rushed up with the news to Nurse Wade, who was at work in the accident ward.

She turned pale, but bent over her patient and said nothing.
"It is fearful to think!" I groaned out at last; "for us who know all--that poor Le Geyt will be hanged for it! Hanged for attempting to protect his children!" "He will NOT be hanged," my witch answered, with the same unquestioning confidence as ever.
"Why not ?" I asked, astonished once more at this bold prediction.
She went on bandaging the arm of the patient whom she was attending.
"Because...