that Miss Denham has done this, and----"

"You are mad to say such a thing."

"I'll tax her with it to her face. Where is she? Not at home, for I have
been waiting to see her."

"She's run way on Mr. Ware's motor-car," volunteered Trim, only to be
clutched violently by his master.

"Don't say that, you fool. You can't be sure of that, Mr. Morley," he
added, turning to the scared man. "Make no remark about this until we
can have a quiet talk about it."

"But I say----"

"You can say it to the police officer in the morning."

"She'll have escaped by that time," whispered Trim to his master.

Giles saw the danger of Anne--supposing her to be guilty, as the groom
thought her--and made up his mind at once.

"Go home, Trim, and saddle a couple of horses. We'll follow the track of
the car, and when we find it----"

"You'll never find it," put in Morley, who had been listening with all
his ears. "The falling snow must have obliterated any wheel-marks by
this time. When did this occur?"

"I don't know," replied Giles coldly. "And instead of chattering there,
you had better have the--the--" he stammered, "the body taken into some
room and attended to. Poor Daisy," he sighed, "what an end to your
bright young life!"

Here Mr. Drake, the rector, thought it necessary to assert himself, and
waved aside the throng.

"All you men and women, go to your homes," he said. "Nothing can be done
to-night, and----"

"The car might be followed," said a voice.

"And the car will be followed," said Giles, pushing his way to the door.
"Come, Trim, we'll ride at once. Did no one see the car pass out of the
village?"

No one had seen it, as most of the villagers had been inside the church
and the rest in their homes.

There was some talk and suggestions, but Ware, with a nod to Morley,
took a hasty departure and disappeared into the stormy night.

"He might track the car," said the rector.

"He won't," replied Morley bitterly; "he'll lead Trim on a wrong scent.
He liked Miss Denham too well to let her drop into the hands of the
police."

"Then you really think she did it?" asked Drake, horrified.

"I am perfectly certain," was the reply. "Come into the library, and
I'll show you what evidence I have."

Meantime the hall was cleared of the eager listeners, and all present
went to their homes less to sleep than to argue as to the guilt or
innocence of Anne. The body of the girl was taken to her bedroom, and
poor scared M