"'Proof!' cried Voltaire. 'There is sufficient proof for an English court of law, and that law is terribly hard on murderers.'
"'Murderers!' cried Miss Forrest. 'What do you mean?'
"'This!' cried Voltaire. 'You saw Kaffar challenge Mr. Blake in the drawing-room?'
"'I saw him insult Mr. Blake. I saw that Mr. Blake refrained from crushing him beneath his heel like a reptile. I saw that!' she cried excitedly.
"'Just so,' said Voltaire. 'Then Kaffar went out, and Mr. Blake went after him.'
"'After him! Where?'
"'Mr. Temple and I did not like the look on his face, and we followed him. I traced his footsteps along the high-road for a long while, and then we lost sight of them. We knew not where to go, when Mr. Temple thought he heard voices away in the distance. We went in the direction of the sound, and came to Drearwater Pond.'
"'Drearwater Pond? That terrible place to which we rode the other day?'
"'The same, gentle lady.'
"'And then?'