rs. Morley, roused from her bed to face this tragedy, did
all that was needful, assisted by two old women, who remained behind to
offer their services. This was all that could be done till dawn, and
Mrs. Morley, thinking of the dead Daisy and the missing Anne, wept till
the first streaks of daylight. As yet her limited understanding could
not grasp the horror of the thing.

Morley conducted Mr. Drake to the library. He related how his wife had
heard Anne threaten to kill Daisy, produced the anonymous letter,
detailed Daisy's accusation that the governess was in love with Ware,
and finally pointed out the damning fact of the flight. The rector was
quite convinced by this reasoning that Anne was guilty.

"And now I come to think of it," he said, stroking his shaven chin,
"Miss Kent was in church."

"Yes, so was Miss Denham; but I don't think they sat together, as they
were on the worst possible terms. Did you see Daisy?"

Drake nodded. "She went out when I was half-way through my sermon. I
remember that I felt a little annoyed that she should leave when I was
doing my best to inculcate good habits for the year in my congregation.
She must have gone to pray at her father's grave, and there----" Drake
stopped with sudden terror in his eyes.

"And there Miss Denham stabbed her. Ware said the wound was beneath the
left shoulder-blade. That looks as though Daisy was struck from behind.
I can see it all," cried Morley, with a shudder. "The poor child praying
by her father's grave, and the stealthy approach of that woman armed
with a----"

"Ah!" interposed Drake, "there you are. We have not yet found the
weapon; and after all, Morley, the evidence is purely circumstantial. We
do not know for certain that Miss Denham is the guilty person."

"Why did she fly, then?" demanded Morley fiercely. "If she were
innocent--if she had not left the church until the others did--she would
have returned, and now been in bed. But from what Trim says she fled on
Ware's motor-car."

"Humph! She can't get far on that. Such a night, too."

And the rector walked to the window to watch the still falling snow.

Morley shook his head. "Miss Denham knows the country for miles and
miles, and Ware taught her how to drive the motor. I shouldn't be
surprised if she got away after all, in spite of the weather."

Drake looked uneasy, and placed himself before the fire with a shiver.
He rather admired Miss Denham, and could not yet bring himself to