And that really is--all!" "Except about her appearance," put in Geoffrey.

"The landlord said he thought she must be an actress, or 'summat o' that sort.' She had such a strange way of looking at you.

But when we asked what that meant, he scratched his head and couldn't tell us.

All that we got out of him was he wouldn't like to have her for a lodger--'she'd frighten his missus.' Oh, and he did say that she looked dead-tired, and that he advised her not to walk to Feetham, but to wait for the five o'clock bus that goes from the village to the station.

But she said she liked walking, and would find some cool place in the park to sit in--till it was time to catch the train." "She was well-dressed, he said," added Buntingford, addressing himself to Cynthia Welwyn, who sat beside him; "and his description of her hat and veil, etc., quite agreed with old Stimson's account." There was a silence, in which everybody seemed to be trying to piece the evidence together as to the mysterious onlooker of the night, and make a collected whole of it.