"On the subject of this murder."
"I know nothing about it."
"You know the name of the dead woman?"
"If she wore that hat, which I gave her only a fortnight ago, I believe her to be my maid, Julia Brawn. But, on the other hand, sir, she may have given the hat to someone else."
"That is very true," replied Torry, gravely, while Darrel sat silently admiring the beauty of Maria Sandoval; "but this woman was tall and fair, with blue eyes and a scar on her right temple."
"That is her; that is Julia," cried Maria quickly. "She got that scar from falling from a tree when she was a girl. Poor creature! When was she killed?"
"A little over a week ago."
Donna Maria started and fixed her black eyes on Torry. "A week ago?" she repeated. "On what day?"
"On a Sunday morning; half an hour, more or less, after Mr. Grent was murdered."
"Holy Virgin!" cried the girl, half rising. "Where?"