Chapter Thirty.
The Trial for Murder.
“Dan,” said Elspie, as, seated in the summer-house after the arrival of the sportsmen, these two held a meeting, “I have called you back to tell you of a very terrible thing which has been said of my dear brother Duncan, and which you must contradict at once, and then find out how it was that the false report arose, and have the matter cleared up.”
“Dear Elspie,” returned Dan, “I think I know what you are going to tell me.”
“Have you heard the report, then?” said Elspie, turning pale, “and—and do you believe it?”
“I have suspected—I have—but let me hear first what the report is, and who it came from.”
“I got it from Annette Pierre, and I am sure she would not have told it me if she did not think it true; but, then, poor Annette is not very intelligent, and she may be—must be—mistaken. She says that it was Duncan who killed poor Henri Perrin, and that some of the half-breeds are determined to avenge the death of their comrade. Now, it cannot be true; and I want you at once to go and ferret out the truth, so as to prove the report false.”
“Have you spoken to Duncan on the subject?” asked Dan.
“No, I cannot bear to let him imagine even for a moment that I could believe him guilty of murder—that I even suspected him of it. But you say you have heard something, Dan—that you suspect something. What is it?”