in the bay. A red cross was
found in the safe. The boat is called by that name. Several times I find
that when the yacht has been at a certain place a burglary has occurred.
This man Wilson wears a red cross on his watch-chain. Now, sir, I
believe that he is one of a gang of burglars--that the cross is a sign.
This explains his interest in the Society papers. He wants to find out
where the best swag is to be found, and----"

"But what has all this to do with my friend Anne?" cried the Princess.

Steel shrugged his shoulders. "I say nothing," he replied. "You can draw
your own inferences."

"Do you mean to say that Miss Denham----"

"I say nothing," interrupted Steel, catching up his hat. "Mr. Ware, I am
at your service when you want me. Princess!" He bowed and went out.

As the outer door closed Giles and his hostess looked at one another.
"The man's a foul liar," burst out Giles furiously.

"Yes." The woman was very pale. "Still, my friend Anne once told
me----"

"Told you what?"

"What I will tell you if you come again," she said under her breath, and
suddenly left the room. She did not return.

CHAPTER XII

MRS. PARRY'S TEA

Six months had passed away since the death of Daisy. The grass was now
green above her grave. Where she had fallen there had she been buried
beside her father, and the villagers often talked of the tragedy, and
pointed out to strangers the spot where it had taken place. But she who
had killed the girl--they still considered Anne guilty--had never been
brought to justice. From the day she had fled on Ware's motor-car
nothing had been heard of her.

No one troubled about the dead girl. Daisy had not been very popular
during her life, and now that she was gone her name was scarcely
mentioned. For a time Mrs. Morley had placed flowers on the green mound,
but after her return from Brighton had desisted. The grass grew long,
and the path beside the grave green. A tombstone of white marble had
been erected by Giles, and already that was becoming discolored. Daisy
and her resting-place were forgotten. The poor child might have been
dead a hundred years instead of six months. Only the tale of her death
remained as a fireside legend, to be amplified and improved upon as the
years went by.

After that one sensation life went on in Rickwell very much as it had
always done. Morley and his wife returned to The Elms, and instead of
having a new governess the triplets went to school. Mr