"Yes, I have fancied it might be she," answered Pratt, coolly. "Perhaps old Peter and Haidee played us false, and did not kill her as you desired. We were not strict enough with them. We should have demanded a sight of the body for our assurance."
"Where is the woman they found?" asked Colville.
"I have tried to learn her whereabouts diligently," said Doctor Pratt, "but only ended by asking myself the same question you asked now. It is rather strange, too; I should have thought there would be no difficulty, but there seems to be a mystery connected with her removal."
"If I could find her, and it prove to be Fanny, I would kill her," muttered Colville, with a fearful oath.
"Perhaps she is dead already," replied the physician. "The papers described her as being too far gone to give her name or any evidence regarding herself. Probably she has succumbed to her great weakness and died."
"I hope so," replied the other, "for I have felt horribly afraid that she might prove to be Fanny."
"The killing of those two wretches was a most mysterious affair," remarked Pratt, musingly.
"Have you any suspicion as to the perpetrator?" asked Harold Colville.
"Not the slightest. It is a most mysterious affair to me. The wildest conjecture fails to fathom it."
"Whoever the mysterious poisoner may be he has my sincere thanks and best wishes," said Harold Colville, sardonically. "I owed the wretches a grudge for their attempt on Lily's life!"