"I can't say what; nor can I explain my own unrest, or my disinclination to leave this spot.

The district attorney is satisfied, and so, I'm afraid is the coroner; but I'm not, and I feel as guilty--" Here he threw open the window for air, and, thrusting his head out, glanced over the links, then aside at the pines, showing beyond the line of the house on the southern end, and then out of mere idleness, down at the ground beneath him.

"As guilty," he went on, "as Ranelagh appears to be, and some one really is.

I--" Starting, he leaned farther out.

What was that he saw in the vines--not on the snow of the ground, but half way up in the tangle of small branches clinging close to the stone of the lower story, just beneath this window?
He would see.