"I don't expect that I shall see Major Ruck."
"I don't know," muttered the servant doubtfully; "the Major won't let you slip through his fingers if he can help it."
"Durban, you seem to know much that you will not tell me?"
"I do know a lot; but it is useless to tell you, missy."
"Not even about Colonel Hall's death, Durban?"
The half-caste turned green, and winced. "Not even about that, missy," he said coldly. "Get the money, marry Mr. Paslow, and go away from this place."
"Do you think Mrs. Snow is right?" persisted Beatrice, wondering at his nervous looks. "Did the man who killed Colonel Hall, kill Mr.----"
"I don't know--I can't say," interrupted Durban, gloomily; "it might have been another one of them."
"Are there then two men who wear black patches over the----"
Durban clenched his long, nervous hand. "You'll drive me mad with these questions," he said fiercely, and with less of his usual respect. "I tell you, missy, I know much, and yet I know nothing which it would do any good for you to hear. I have watched over you in the past, and I shall watch over you in the future. You have been surrounded by devils. Master was the worst; but now that he is dead, all danger is at an end. You have the money, and you can go away."