Then when she was made to see that the arrow sticking in the girl's breast had been taken from a quiver hanging within arm's reach on the wall and used as lances are used, she fell a-moaning and crying, and began to whisper in the poor child's senseless ear." "A common woman?
One of a low-down type ?" "Not at all.

A lady, and an impressive one, at that.

You seldom see her equal.

That's what has upset us so.

The crime and the criminal do not seem to fit." The detective blinked.