"In the woods!" repeated the father, in a surprised tone.

"Yes, sir; we all saw him go. Shall we sing out to him?"

"No, no; I will manage very well without him." And taking up his
hat Mr. Sutherland stepped out again upon the porch.

Suddenly he stopped. A hand had been laid on his arm and an
insinuating voice was murmuring in his ear:

"Do you mind if I go with you? I will not make any trouble."

It was the same young lady we have seen before.

The old gentleman frowned--he who never frowned and remarked
shortly:

"A scene of murder is no place for women."

The face upturned to his remained unmoved.

"I think I will go," she quietly persisted. "I can easily mingle
with the crowd."

He said not another word against it. Miss Page was under pay in
his house, but for the last few weeks no one had undertaken to
contradict her. In the interval since her first appearance on the
porch, she had exchanged the light dress in which she had danced
at the ball, for a darker and more serviceable one, and perhaps