discovered to
throw any light on the matter. All his affairs were in perfect order,
in fact he turns out to be a great deal better off than was supposed,
and that means a good deal. And the medical evidence proved him to be
absolutely strong and healthy. So the thing remains and will remain a
complete mystery. Poor chap! One would have thought him the last man
in the world to have done such a thing. I send you a cutting with a
report of the adjourned enquiry."

"Your father's about right, dear," said Wyvern handing back the letter.
"Warren is absolutely the last man I should have suspected of suicidal
tendency. Why he had everything under the sun to make life attractive.
And yet--I don't know. Life is such a deuced rum thing, and every
donkey knows where his own saddle galls him. Poor Warren may have had
something upon his mind."

Did some shadow of a suspicion cross that of Lalante as to the real
state of the case? If so it was not a thing that she cared to put into
words. But she was very shocked at Warren's sad end. She tried to
forget the instinct which had led to her cold suspicions of him of late,
and remembered his intrepid courage in rescuing her small brother from
the raging waters of the flooded Kunaga.

"Let's see what the newspaper says about it. It's the _Gydisdorp
Herald_!" went on Wyvern running his eye down the cutting. "It's all
pretty much the same as what your father says--By Jove! here's something
though. Listen to this:--

"It will be remembered that one of the last services our lamented
fellow-townsman was able to render to society at large, is that he was
instrumental in procuring the arrest and conviction of that atrocious
scoundrel Jonathan Baldock, who was hanged at Beaufort West, only a
week before Mr Warren's sad end. This Baldock or Bexley, or Rawson--
he had several aliases--it will be remembered, was convicted of the
murder of a Dutch farmer and his wife under circumstances of great
barbarity, and for some years had managed to escape detection. But if
the feet of Justice are sometimes slow they are nearly always sure.
His whereabouts became known to Mr Warren by the merest accident, and
that model citizen caused him to be lured from the wild border of
Northern Zululand--where his business, we may be sure was of no lawful
nature--and his arrest and conviction promptly followed, once he set
foot within the confines of British ci