I have been so little at home of recent years that I know very little of the private affairs of my tenants, but I remember her, of course, and I was grieved to learn by a letter from Sir John Greendale the other day that in some strange way she was missing." "Who knew that better than yourself ?" the man said, raising himself on his elbow, and fixing a look of such deadly hatred upon Mallett, that the latter involuntarily drew back a step.
"I saw you laughing and talking to her in front of her father's house.

I heard you with her in their garden the evening before you left and she disappeared, and it was my voice you heard in the lane.

Had I known that you were going that night, I would have followed you and killed you, and saved her.

The next morning you were both gone.

I waited a time and then went to the depot of your regiment and enlisted.