hat night watching Mr.
Randall and David as they walked along? And suppose, further, that
when the old man was going back alone to the Haven some one had killed
him?"

"Good heavens, Lois! you make my blood run cold. Why should you
suggest such a thing?"

"But you don't believe that Mr. Randall killed David, do you?"

"No, no! I couldn't for a moment think that Spuds would do such a
thing."

"Well, then, some one must have done it in a way similar to what I have
said."

"Sure, I never thought of that. But who do you suppose did it?"

"That's for us to find out."

"Us?"

"Yes, why not? Isn't it right to stick by our friends in their time of
need?"

"But what can we do?"

"That remains to be seen."

"But what about that envelope, Lois? How do you I suppose it got
there? That looks queer, doesn't it?"

"That's another part of the mystery to be solved, that's all."

The next day was an exciting one, for all kinds of rumours were afloat,
and at times Lois hardly knew what to believe. But there were several
things about which there was no doubt. She learned that an inquest had
been held over David's body, and that it had been decided that David
Findlay had met his death at the hands of some unknown person or
persons. There was nothing more left to be done but to give the body a
decent burial.

The funeral was held that afternoon, and it seemed that the entire
parish turned out. It was a fine mild summer day, but notwithstanding
that the farmers left their fields and attended the funeral. Lois and
Betty walked together to the church, and as they passed Jasper's cabin
they looked across the field, thinking they might see some one there.
But not a sign of life could they behold.

The service in the church was brief and solemn, and Betty found it very
difficult to control her feelings. At the grave side she broke down
completely, and Lois had to lead her away to a quiet spot.

"Poor Mr. David!" the girl moaned. "I shall never see him again. He
was so good to me."

"There, there, dear," Lois soothed. "If he were alive he would not
wish you to feel so badly. He is at rest, anyway."

"I know that, but I miss him so much. Oh, why was he taken?"

For some time they sat there, Betty sobbing out her grief, and Lois
trying to sooth her, at the same time wondering what had become of
Jasper. If he had not gone away it was strange that he was not at the
funeral. The people leaving the grave pas