"I trust you in this matter implicitly.

I have come to you for many reasons, chief of them being that if a second victim has fallen beneath the hand of the assassin, it is, I know, a woman." "A woman! Whom ?" "At present I cannot tell you.

I must first establish the true facts.

If this woman were really stricken down, then her body lies concealed somewhere in the vicinity.

We must find it and bring home the crime to the guilty one." "But if we succeed in finding it, could we place our hand upon the assassin ?" I asked, looking straight at her.
"If we find it, the crime would then tell its own tale--it would convict the person in whose hand I have seen that fatal weapon," was her clear, bold answer.
"Then you wish me to assist you in this search, Miss Leithcourt ?" I said, wondering if her suspicions rested upon that mysterious yachtsman, Philip Hornby, the man to whom she was engaged.
"Yes, I would beg of you to do your utmost in secret to endeavor to discover the body of the second victim.