"Then you are certain Mr. Lovel is innocent?"
"Yes, I am."
"And you know who is guilty?"
"I ain't sure of that," replied Brent, after a pause; "but I saw her creeping after Mr. Lovel and the gal, and when I heard the shot, I ses: 'She's done it!'"
"She? Who?" asked Paul, much excited.
"Why, Miss Clyde, o' Clyde's Farm. Who else?" replied Brent, coolly.
CHAPTER XII.
[A STARTLING PIECE OF EVIDENCE.]
"Miss Clyde!" said Paul, staring at his informant; "but what was she doing in the Winding Lane at so late an hour?"
"Watchin' Miss Lester, of course, sir!"