this token of her determination may have had its influence in
silencing him. He joined the crowd, and together they moved down-
hill. This was too much for the servants of the house. One by one
they too left the house till it stood absolutely empty. Jerry
snuffed out the candles and shut the front door, but the side
entrance stood wide open, and into this entrance, as the last
footstep died out on the hillside, passed a slight and resolute
figure. It was that of the musician who had questioned Miss Page's
attractions.




II

ONE NIGHT'S WORK


Sutherlandtown was a seaport. The village, which was a small one,
consisted of one long street and numerous cross streets running
down from the hillside and ending on the wharves. On one of the
corners thus made, stood the Webb house, with its front door on
the main street and its side door on one of the hillside lanes. As
the group of men and boys who had been in search of Mr. Sutherland
entered this last-mentioned lane, they could pick out this house
from all the others, as it was the only one in which a light was
still burning. Mr. Sutherland lost no time in entering upon the
scene of tragedy. As his imposing figure emerged from the darkness
and paused on the outskirts of the crowd that was blocking up
every entrance to the house, a murmur of welcome went up, after