As to the stopping of it--well now, the law under William and Mary saith that one who slays another in a duel of premeditation is nothing but a murderer, and may be hanged like any felon; hanged by the neck, till he be dead.

Alas, what a fate for this pretty Scotchman!" Sir Arthur paused.

A look of wonder swept across his face.

"Open the window, Annie!" he cried suddenly to the servant.

"Your mistress is ill.".