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triumphantly. "He wouldn't let me sit in it to watch."

      "And a good thing to," said Dolly, pensively picking a hole in her stocking; "you started it last time."

      "And nearly ran us over," said one of the good twins.

      "I wish he had," said the bad twins in chorus. "Come and play, Miss Mason. Bible games!"

      "I have no time. Gerty will be back soon. Now, be good children, and don't disturb your mother. She has a headache. Besides, you must get ready for church."

      "I hate church," growled Horry. "And if mother thinks I'm going to be a parson, I ain't. So there now."

      "You'll never go to heaven then," said Sally, who was the most pious of the good twins.

      "Oh, mon Dieu, quel dommage!" said Dolly.

      "Dolly!" cried Laura, shocked.

      "I'm only swearing in French. It doesn't sound so bad as using bad words in English."

      "No," chimed in a bad twin. "I heard the gardener say-"

      "Hold your tongue, Jimmy; you needn't say the word!"

      But Jimmy, being bad by nature and training, had made up his mind to say the word, and did so very distinctly. An uproar ensued, which ended by the entrance of Mary Anne Eliza. "Come and be washed." There was a chorus of protests, in the midst of which Laura escaped. Not being inclined to talk further to Mrs. Baldwin, she went out in the garden, which was large and as ill-kept as the house within. At the gate she paused, and leaning over, looked up the lane. It was a beautiful morning, and the air was as balmy as the sky was blue. But the exquisite weather did not banish the dark look from Laura's face. She gazed up the road with compressed lips, and then taking a letter out of her pocket, she read it hurriedly. Thus engaged, she did not see a tall brunette flying down the lane, with a flushed face, and an air of excitement.

      "O Laura!" cried the newcomer; "O Laura! Such news-dreadful news."

      Miss Mason started, and her face grew pale. Hastily thrusting the letter into her pocket, she looked at the girl. "What is it, Gerty? Nothing is wrong with Arnold?"

      "No! no! What a timid thing you are," said Gerty, opening the gate. "But I have just seen Luther. He hasn't found his car. But he told me that a murder had been committed in your sister's house."

      "A murder!" Laura grasped her friend's arm. "Not Arnold?"

      "No. It's a woman."

      "Who is she?"

      "No one knows. She was found lying dead in the White Room. Stabbed in the back, and quite dead. Such a pretty woman, Luther says, and quite young. Luther thinks the murderer ran away with his car, and that's how it's missing. He's coming round here this morning to see you."

      "To see me? Why should he see me? I know nothing."

      Laura spoke sharply, and her face was in a glow of colour. At the same time it expressed bewilderment. "How did the woman enter the house?" she asked; "and who is she?"

      "I tell you no one knows," said Gerty impatiently. "You'll hear all from Luther, when he comes. But don't say anything to mother. She'll only moan and make a fuss. Besides, Luther says it had better be kept quiet till your brother-in-law comes up. He has been telegraphed for by the police."

      "The police. O Gerty, will they bring the police into the matter?"

      "Of course. It was a policeman who found the body last night."

      "How did the policeman enter the house?" asked Laura. "It's shut up, and not even a caretaker was left."

      "I don't know the whole story. Luther would not tell me much." Here Gerty looked at her friend. "Laura, I thought you went to the house last night."

      "No," said Laura, after a moment's hesitation. "I told you that I was going to meet Arnold. You know that I have to meet him by stealth, since Julia objects to our engagement. It is not likely we would meet at the house-especially as it is locked up."

      "Did you meet him?" asked Gerty persistently and curiously.

      "I didn't. I went into the fields by the Nightingale's Tree, and waited till nearly a quarter to ten. But Arnold never came."

      "Did he promise to come?"

      "No. I only went on the chance. He thought that he might be able to get away if his understudy could take his part in the piece."

      "I expect he couldn't get away," said Gerty. "How awful this murder is. I wonder who the woman can be, and how she came to be killed."

      "It's very strange," said Laura, who was pale but composed. "Gerty, did you tell Luther I was out last night?"

      "No. We were too busy talking of the crime."

      "Then say nothing. I should only get into trouble with Julia."

      CHAPTER IV

      THE MISSING MOTOR-CAR

      It was not from Tracey that Laura learned the details of the Ajax Villa tragedy. Leaving Gerty in the garden with her lover, Miss Mason walked round to the house, eager to hear all that had taken place. A rumour about the murder had crept round Troy, and a few curious people were staring at the windows. But no policeman was to be seen. The inspector kept his officers on guard inside the villa, thinking, and very rightly, that the sight of a constable in the garden would provoke inquiry, and bring onlookers. Derrick wished the matter kept as quiet as possible until the arrival of Mr. Fane. The body of the unfortunate woman had been removed to one of the bedrooms, and a policeman watched at the door. Everything in the house was in the same order as it had been when entered by Mulligan, and Derrick himself took up his quarters in the White Room. Here he issued orders.

      "If a young lady calls to see me, let her in," he said; "but no one else is to be admitted."

      "Mr. Tracey, sir?" asked Mulligan, who was full of official pride.

      "Yes; certainly. I except him. But no one else, mind."

      "What about the wire to Mr. Fane, sir?"

      "I'll send it as soon as I get his address from the lady. Ah" – he nodded as a ring came to the door-"there she is."

      Laura entered the room, looking pale and discomposed, evidences of emotion of which Derrick took note. To be sure, it was natural that a girl of this tender age should be unstrung by the tragedy which had taken place, and Derrick scarcely expected to see her other than moved. But having regard to the crime, he was suspicious of all the Fane family. He admired Laura's fresh beauty, and placed a chair for her, apologising meanwhile for the disagreeable duty he had to perform.

      "But I am sure you will excuse me, Miss Mason," said the gallant Derrick. "I will ask as few questions as possible."

      "I really don't know what questions you can ask me," said Laura.

      "Oh, that is an easy matter, Miss Mason. However, we had better clear the ground, so that we may understand one another. It was Mr. Tracey who told me that you are the sister-in-law of Mr. Fane, and I requested him to bring you round. Is he below?"

      "No; I preferred to come myself. Mr. Tracey is of a very inquiring nature, and I don't want him to hear all I may have to tell you."

      Derrick shook his head. "I fear you will be obliged to let the whole of London hear, Miss Mason. There will be an inquest."

      "Must I appear at that?"

      "Certainly. You may be able to identify the woman."

      "I fear not, from the description Mr. Tracey gave of her."

      Derrick looked at her sharply as she said this. Her eyes met his fairly, and she did not flinch from his scrutiny. But her bosom rose and fell hurriedly, her cheeks flushed, she passed her tongue over her dry lips. All these things gave evidence of inward discomposure. Whether she knew anything, Derrick was not prepared to say. But if she did, he was sure it would be difficult to make her speak out. Laura was innocent and young, but in spite of her delicate appearance, she had a strong will. Derrick guessed as much from the way in which she tightened her lips. But he could not conceive that she could hold out against his examination. "Have you anything to conceal?" he asked abruptly and rashly.

      Laura

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