"I am glad of that, at least. And now, as it seems I can do nothing
more at present, I will return home. Watch Victor, Inez--he needs it,
believe me. I will return at the earliest possible moment to-morrow."

So, in the chill gray of the fast-coming morning, Lady Helena, very
heavy-hearted, returned to Powyss Place and her sick husband's bedside.

Meantime matters were really beginning to look dark for Miss Catheron.
The superintendent of the district, Mr. Ferrick, was filling his
note-book with very ominous information. She had loved Sir Victor--she
had hated Sir Victor's wife--they had led a cat-and-dog life from the
first--an hour before the murder they had had a violent quarrel--Lady
Catheron had threatened to make her husband turn her out of the house
on the morrow. At eight o'clock, Jane Pool had left the nursery with
the baby, my lady peacefully asleep in her chair--the Eastern poniard
on the table. At half-past eight, returning to arouse my lady, she had
encountered Miss Inez coming out of the nursery, and Miss Inez had
ordered her sharply away, telling her my lady was still asleep. A
quarter of nine, Ellen, the maid, going to the room, found my lady
stone dead, stabbed through the heart. Miss Inez, when summoned by
Hooper, is ghastly pale at first, and hardly seems to know what she is
doing or saying. A very pretty case of tragedy in high life,
Superintendent Ferrick thinks, pursing up his lips with professional
zest, and not the first murder jealousy has made fine ladies commit,
either. Now if that Turkish dagger would only turn up.

Two policemen are sent quietly in search of it through the grounds. It
isn't likely they'll find it, still it will do no harm to try. He
finds out which are Miss Catheron's rooms, and keeps his official eye