the old man sank his voice
to a whisper.

"They think that she is insane," he said.

"Yes."

"There's a small door in the boundary wall which leads out to the
railway line."

"Well, what of that?"

"Suppose that door to be left open, would it be an impossible thing for
a crazy woman to slip out through it, and to be run over by the ten
o'clock express?"

"If she would only get in the way of it."

"You don't quite catch my idea yet. Suppose that the express ran over
the dead body of a woman, would there be anything to prove afterwards
that she _was_ dead, and not alive at the time of the accident? Do you
think that it would ever occur to any one's mind that the express ran
over a dead body?"

"I see your meaning," said his son thoughtfully. "You would settle her,
and then put her there."

"Of course. What could be more delightfully simple. Friend Burt here
does his work; we carry her through the garden gate, and lay her on the
darkest part of the rails. Then we miss her at the house. There is an
alarm and a search. The gate is found open. We naturally go through
with lanterns, and find her on the line. I don't think we need fear the
coroner, or any one else then?"

"He's a sharp 'un, is the guv'nor," cried Burt, slapping his thigh
enthusiastically. "It's the downiest lay I have heard this many a day."

"I believe you are the devil incarnate," said Ezra, looking at his
father with a mixture of horror and of admiration. "But how about
Jorrocks and Stevens and Rebecca? Would you trust them?"

"Certainly not!" Girdlestone answered. "It is not necessary. Mr. Burt
can do his part of the business out of doors. We can entice her out
upon some excuse. There is no reason why any one should have a
suspicion of the truth."

"But they know that she is not mad."

"They will think that she did it on purpose. The secret will be locked
up in our three breasts. After one night's work our friend here goes to
the colonies a prosperous man, and the firm of Girdlestone holds up its
head once more, stainless and irreproachable."

"Speak low!" said Ezra, in a whisper. "I hear her coming downstairs."
They listened to her light springy footstep as it passed the door.
"Come here, Burt," he said, after a pause. "She is at work on the lawn.
Come and have a look at her."

They all went over to the window, and looked out. It was then that
Kate, glancing up, saw the three cruel faces surveying her.

"She's