hand from under her cloak, and pointing to the grass at her feet,
said quietly:

"See this?"

They hastened towards her and bent down to examine the spot she
indicated.

"What do you find there?" cried Mr. Sutherland, whose eyesight was
not good.

"Blood," responded the coroner, plucking up a blade of grass and
surveying it closely.

"Blood," echoed Miss Page, with so suggestive a glance that Mr.
Sutherland stared at her in amazement, not understanding his own
emotion.

"How were you able to discern a stain so nearly imperceptible?"
asked the coroner.

"Imperceptible? It is the only thing I see in the whole yard," she
retorted, and with a slight bow, which was not without its element
of mockery, she turned toward the gate.

"A most unaccountable girl," commented the doctor. "But she is
right about these stains. Abel," he called to the man at the
gate, "bring a box or barrel here and cover up this spot. I don't
want it disturbed by trampling feet."