"They feel what retributive justice is, I suppose," said Drummond, in his customary careless tone; "and apropos of that, somebody will suffer terrible remorse after I die. I am to be murdered, if there is any truth in fortune-telling."
He spoke lightly, with a half smile; but Sibyl's face paled involuntarily as she exclaimed:
"Murdered, did you say? Who could have predicted anything so dreadful?"
"An old astrologer, or enchanter, or wizard of some kind, in Germany, when I was there. The affair seems so improbable, so utterly absurd, in short, that I never like to allude to it."
"You are not fool enough to believe such nonsense, I hope," said Captain Campbell.
"I don't know as it is nonsense. 'There are more things in heaven and earth than are dreamed of in philosophy,' you know."
"Yes—I was sure you would quote that; everyone does that when he advances some absurd doctrine; but it's all the greatest stuff, nevertheless."
"But did he tell you who you were to be—"
Sibyl stopped short; even in jest she could not pronounce the word.
"Murdered by?" said Willard, quietly finishing the sentence for her. "No, he told me nothing. I saw it all."