"I don't know. Really, Mr. Courtney, if I were on trial as a witness, you could not cross-examine me more strictly," said Mrs. Courtney, beginning to lose patience.
"I wish to know all the particulars, Laura. Did you hear anything else?"
"No—yes. I heard Mrs. Tom telling Mr. Brantwell, that about the time they suppose the deed was committed, Carl Henley saw a woman flying through the island; but that no one credits."
"A woman, did you say?"
And the strange light in Courtney's eyes grew almost insufferable.
"Yes; but I suppose he dreamt it, or wished to add to his own importance by a made up story."
"I do not think so," said Courtney, who had good reasons for the belief. "Perhaps this tangled web may yet be unraveled."
"Edgar, in the name of all the saints! what do you mean?"
"Hush! I mean nothing—never mind now. Perhaps my suspicions are premature."
"Good heavens, Edgar! you surely do not suspect——"