and I saw that Inspector Darwin watching Miss Inez in a way that made
my blood run cold."

But Lady Helena waived the topic away haughtily.

"Be silent, Marsh! I will not hear another word of this--it is too
horrible! Where is Miss Inez?"

"In her own room, my lady. And--I beg your pardon for alluding to it
again--but I think she suspects. She seemed dazed-like, stupefied at
first; she is more like herself now. Will you not go in and see _her_,
poor soul, before you go to Miss Inez? Oh, my lady, my lady! it breaks
my heart when I look at her--when I look at Sir Victor."

For a moment Lady Helena shrank.

"Sir Victor is in there--with her?" she faltered.

"Yes, my lady--like a man all struck stupid. It frightens me to see
him. If he would only speak, or cry, or fly out against the
murderer--but he just sits there as if turning to stone."

His aunt covered her face for an instant with both hands, heart-sick
with all these horrors; then she looked up, and moved forward.

"Where is she?" she asked--"in which room?"

"In the white drawing-room, my lady; the doctors brought her there.
Sir Victor is with her, alone."