The whole thing was accidental; the young fellow realized that, and so, I thought, did the girls; at least, I never noticed anything in their behaviour to show the contrary." "What sort of a looking girl is Jane Morton ?" asked Ferris.
"She is a tall brunette, with snapping black eyes." "Ah, then, I remember her going into the room where you lay," said Ferris, "on Christmas morning.

It struck me when she came out that she was very cool and self-possessed, and not at all surprised." "All I can say," said Brenton, "is that I never noticed anything in her conduct like resentment at what had happened.

I intended to give the young fellow a handsome compensation for his injury, but of course what occurred on Christmas Eve prevented that: I had really forgotten all about the circumstance, or I should have told you of it before." "Then," said Lecocq, "the thing now is perfectly clear.

That black-eyed vixen murdered you out of revenge." [Illustration].