It was a fairly broad canal, and the water was nearly up to the towing-path.

I'd lay a wager it was twelve or fifteen feet deep.

Supposing those two men had met on that narrow path and quarrelled! Supposing--" "Don't!" Mr.Raymond Greene stopped short.

He gazed in amazement at Elizabeth Dalstan, who had suddenly clutched his hand.

There was something in her face which puzzled as well as startled him.