t! Harriet is not dead. She is
here alive. It was that dreadful woman who tried to kill her. Everard
is innocent, as we knew he was. He will be here with us in a day or
two."

The dying woman was conscious. Her eyes turned and fixed on Harriet.
The white disguise had been thrown off. She came over to the bedside,
pale and beautiful.

"Mother," she said, sweetly, "it is indeed I. Dear mother, bless me
once."

"May God bless you and forgive me! Tell Everard--" She never finished
the sentence. With the name of the son she idolized upon her lips,
Lady Kingsland was dead.

Harriet's presence of mind did not forsake her. Reverently she kissed
the dead face, closed the eyes, and rose.

"The dead are free from suffering. Our first duty is to the living.
Take me to my husband!"

The constable lifted Sybilla unceremoniously.

The servants gathered outside the door gave way, and he placed her in
the carriage which had conveyed them to the house.

Mr. Parmalee went with him, and Lady Kingsland and the lawyer took
possession of the fly that stood waiting for Miss Silver.

A minute later and they were flying, swift as lash and shout could urge
them, toward Worrel Jail.

CHAPTER XXXVI.

"AFTER STORM, THE SUNSHINE."

Earlier in the evening, when Harriet had told her story to Mr. Bryson,
that gentleman had proceeded at once to the prison to inform the
prisoner and the officials that the murdered lady was alive.

There he found the warden of the prison and the clergyman, listening
with very perplexed faces to a story the prisoner was narrating.

"This is a most extraordinary revelation," the clergyman was saying.
"I really don't know what to think."

"What is it?" asked Mr. Bryson.

"A story which, wildly incredible as it seems, is yet true as Holy
Writ," answered the prisoner. "The real murderer is found. She has
been here, and admitted her guilt."

"What!" exclaimed the lawyer. "Sybilla Silver?"

"Why!" cried the warden, in wonder, "you, too?"

"Exactly," said Mr. Bryson, with a nod. "I know all about it. A most
important witness has turned up--no other than the missing man, Mr.
Parmalee. He saw the deed done--saw Sybilla Silver, dressed in Sir
Everard's clothes, do it, and has come all the way from America to
testify against her. Sir Everard, my dear friend, from the bottom of
my soul I congratulate you on your most blessed escape!"

"Thank you!" he said. "If my life is spared, it