The woman smiled sardonically, and shook her head.
“Who, then?”
“Ah, ah, my lady, you want to know too much. You can’t deny the charge.”
“I do deny it.”
“You do!”
“Yes,” returned Laura, resolutely.
The man in the cloak passed slowly round the fallen trunk and stood in front of her.
The yellow light of the lantern streamed upon him. He tore open his cloak. Laura Stanbridge screamed with horror. She beheld the pale features of Alf Purvis, who uttered but one word. It was—
“Murderess!”
No. 91.