I pointed to it. The head, to my eyes at least, still glowed faintly phosphorescent.
"That!" I said briefly.
"That," said Elsie calmly, "is Mad Jeremy!"
I started up on my elbow in great astonishment.
"Then he wasn't dead after all, when he jumped into the water from the top of the tower the morning of the burning?"
"It seems not—it was only a little habit of his," said Elsie calmly, "but he is now! I killed him."
"Why?"
"Because he would have killed you, if I had not! He was waiting for you to pass. Only, as it happened, I had been waiting longest. I knew you were in the sulks, and came to find you. Besides—he killed my grandfather."
"But your grandfather——"
"No matter—he was my grandfather!"