A strange sense of inexplicable disaster rushed upon him.

He sombrely watched them pass through the door and disappear.
* * * * * Daphne reached her own room.

As the door closed upon them she turned to her companion, holding out the handkerchief stained with blood she had been pressing to her temple.
"You saw it all ?" she said imperiously--"the whole thing ?" "All," said Miss Farmer.

"It's a mercy you're not more hurt." Daphne gave a hysterical laugh.
"It'll just do--I think it'll do! But you'll have to make a good deal out of it." And sinking down by the fire, she burst into a passion of wild tears.
The nurse brought her sal volatile, and washed the small cut above her eyebrow.
"It was lucky we heard him," she said triumphantly.

"I guessed at once he must be looking for something--I knew that room was full of papers." A knock at the door startled them.
"Never mind." The nurse hurried across the room.