She had evidently ridden across country from one of the private entrances to the Park.
"What is this terrible story, Mr.Ducaine ?" she exclaimed.

"Is there really a shipwreck?
I can see no signs of it." "No shipwreck that I know of, Lady Angela," I answered.

"There is a dead man here--one only.

I have heard of nothing else." Her eyes followed my outstretched hand, and she saw the body half on the sands, half on the marsh.

She shivered a little.
"Poor fellow!" she exclaimed.