With bloodless cheek and trembling lip the daughter looked upon the evidence of her father's death.

Lucian was alarmed by her unnatural pallor.
"Miss Vrain!" he exclaimed, starting forward, "you are ill! Let me lead you out of this house." "No!" said Diana, waving him back.

"Not till we examine every inch of it; don't speak to me, please.

I wish to use my eyes rather than my tongue." Denzil, both as a lover and a friend, respected this emotion of the poor young lady, so natural under the circumstances; and in silence conducted her from room to room.

All were empty and still dusty, for Mrs.Kebby's broom swept sufficiently light, and the footfalls of the pair echoed hollowly in the vast spaces.
Diana looked into every corner, examined every fireplace, attempted every window, but in no place could she find any extraneous object likely to afford a clue to the crime.