"He was drowned."
"Drowned?"
"Yes."
"When?"
"Yesterday."
"Where?"
This time the answer was not forthcoming. Was it because he knew the place too well? I dared not lift my eyes to see.
"Was it in the mill-stream?" she asked.
This time he uttered a hollow "No." Then, as if he felt himself too weak to submit to this cross-questioning, he pushed back his chair, and, hurriedly rising, said:
"It is a very shocking affair, Agnes. Mr. Barrows was found in a vat in the cellar of the old mill. He drowned himself. No one knows his motive."