Who should say which?
The former seemed the more likely, as she had vanished in broad daylight, when, it was scarcely possible that her footsteps could go astray; while in that lonely neighbourhood a crime was never impossible.
"She had a watch and chain, I suppose ?" the officer inquired.

"Ladies will wear 'em." Gilbert ascertained from Ellen Carley that Marian had always worn her watch and chain, had worn them when she left the Grange for the last time.

She had a few other trinkets too, which she wore habitually, quaint old-fashioned things, of some value.
How well Gilbert remembered those little family treasures, which she had exhibited to him at Captain Sedgewick's bidding! "Ah," muttered the officer when he heard this, "quite enough to cost her her life, if she met with one of your ugly customers.

I've known a murder committed for the sake of three-and-sixpence in my time; and pushing a young woman into the river don't count for murder among that sort of people.

You see, some one may come by and fish her out again; so it can't well be more than manslaughter." A dull horror came over Gilbert Fenton as he heard these professional speculations, but at the worst he could not bring himself to believe that these men were right, and that the woman he loved had been the victim of some obscure wretch's greed, slain in broad daylight for the sake of a few pounds' worth of jewelry.
When everything had been done that was possible to be done in that part of the country, Mr.Fenton went back to London.