anything! I know the monster, whoever he was, got in through the
window. And, oh, my lady!"--Mrs. Marsh wiped her eyes suddenly, and
lowered her voice to an excited whisper--"I wish you would speak to
Jane Pool, the nurse. She doesn't dare say anything out openly, but
the looks she gives, and the hints she drops, are almost worse than
the murder itself. You can see as clear as day that she suspects--Miss
Inez."

"Marsh! Great Heaven!" Lady Helena cried, recoiling in horror. "Miss
Inez!"

"Oh, my lady, _I_ don't say it--_I_ don't think it--Heaven
forbid!--it's only that wicked, spiteful nurse, Pool. She hates Miss
Inez--she has hated her from the first--and she loved my lady. Ah! who
could help being fond of her--poor, lovely young lady!--with a sweet
smile and pleasant word for every one in the house? And you know Miss
Inez's high, haughty way. Jane Pool hates her, and will do her
mischief if she can. A word from you might check her. No one knows the
harm a babbling tongue may do."

Lady Helena drew herself up proudly.

"I shall not say one word to her, Marsh. Jane Pool can do my niece no
harm. The bare repetition of it is an insult. Miss Catheron--that I
should have to say such a thing!--is above suspicion."

"My lady, I believe it; still, if you would only speak to her. You
don't know all. She saw Miss Inez coming out of the nursery a quarter
of an hour before we found Lady Catheron dead. She wished to enter,
and Miss Inez ordered her away. She has been talking to the police,