"It was you!" she cried hoarsely, pointing an accusing finger. "She heard you in the cellar—you frightened her—you drove her to it!"
"That's nonsense, Miss Kingdon," broke in Godfrey sternly, "and you know it! How could we drive her to suicide?"
"What was it, then?" she demanded. "I've had enough of this mystery."
Godfrey looked at her keenly.
"You really don't know?"
She shook her head, staring mutely up at him, fascinated by the purpose in his face.
"She was deeply devoted to Miss Lawrence, wasn't she?"
"Yes."
"More devoted than you?"
A sudden flush overspread Lucy Kingdon's face, giving place in a moment to deadly pallor.