The question on every lip rose to Lady Helena's, but somehow she could
not utter it. Did Inez know of the dark, sinister suspicion against
herself? _Could_ she know and be calm like this?

"I forgot to ask for Uncle Godfrey," Inez's quiet voice said again.
"Of course he is better, or even at such a time as this you would not
be here?"

"He is better, Inez," she broke out desperately. "Who can have done
this? She had not an enemy in the world. Is--is there any one
suspected?"

"There is," Inez answered, turning from the window, and facing her
aunt. "The servants suspect _me_."

"Inez!"

"Their case isn't a bad one as they make it out," pursued Miss
Catheron, cooly. "There was ill blood between us. It is of no use
denying it. I hated her with my whole heart. I was the last person
seen coming out of the room, fifteen minutes before they found her
dead. Jane Pool says I refused to let her go in--perhaps I did. It is
quite likely. About an hour previously we had a violent quarrel. The
ubiquitous Mrs. Pool overheard that also. You see her case is rather a
strong one."

"But--Inez--!"

"I chanced to overhear all this," still went on Miss Catheron, quietly,