different from the world which we know. We are going back to the origin
of superstition--to an age when dragons tore each other in their slime.
We must fear nothing--no conclusion, however improbable, almost
impossible it may be. Life and death is hanging on our judgment, not
only for ourselves, but for others whom we love. Remember, I count on
you as I hope you count on me."

"I do, with all confidence."

"Then," said Sir Nathaniel, "let us think justly and boldly and fear
nothing, however terrifying it may seem. I suppose I am to take as exact
in every detail your account of all the strange things which happened
whilst you were in Diana's Grove?"

"So far as I know, yes. Of course I may be mistaken in recollection of
some detail or another, but I am certain that in the main what I have
said is correct."

"You feel sure that you saw Lady Arabella seize the negro round the neck,
and drag him down with her into the hole?"

"Absolutely certain, sir, otherwise I should have gone to her
assistance."

"We have, then, an account of what happened from an eye-witness whom we
trust--that is yourself. We have also another account, written by Lady
Arabella under her own hand. These two accounts do not agree. Therefore
we must take it that one of the two is lying."

"Apparently, sir."