"Much that you never knew, perhaps," said the girl, shaking her head gravely.
"Then tell it me yourself," said Bonnibel. "Do not keep me in suspense, my good girl."
"May I ask you a question first, Miss Bonnibel?"
"As many as you please, Lucy!"
"You remember the night poor old master was murdered?" said the girl, as if reluctant to recall that painful subject.
"As if I could ever forget it," shuddered the listener.
"You were down at the shore until late that night," pursued the girl, "and when you got back you found your uncle dead—murdered! Miss Bonnibel, was Mr. Dane with you that night on the sands? I have sometimes been athinkin' he might a been."
"Lucy, what are you trying to get at?" gasped the listener.
"I only asked you the question," said Lucy, humbly.
"And I cannot understand why you ask it, Lucy, but I will answer it truly. Leslie Dane was with me every moment of the time."