rose to greet them.

"Oh," cried Miss Rhoda, "it's all too awful! We can't believe it! I
wish I had that girl here! You must find her, Mr. Calhoun--you must!"

"Yes," chimed in Miss Sarah; "she must be brought to judgment. An eye
for an eye and a life for a life. That's the Scripture law."

"Don't talk so, Sarah," pleaded Ruth Schuyler. "It won't bring
Randolph back, to punish his murderer. And think of the awful
publicity!"

"I don't care for that. Murder has been done and murder must be
avenged. I'm ashamed of you, Ruth, if you let any idea of personal
distaste stand in the way of righteous law and order."

"I, too," agreed Rhoda. "Spare no effort or expense, Mr. Calhoun, to
find that wicked girl and have her arrested."

"I daresay you are right," and Mrs. Schuyler's acquiescence showed her
to be more or less under the iron hand of the family opinion. "Of
course, if you feel that way, I shall raise no obstacle to the law's
progress. Whatever you advise, Rhoda, I agree to."

"Certainly you do. You are young, Ruth, and you are not a Schuyler.
Why, the very name demands the strongest powers of the law. I only
fear that the most desperate efforts may not succeed. What is your
opinion, Mr. Calhoun? Can they find that woman?"

The scorn of the last two words, as uttered by Rhoda Schuyler's sharp