ous enough to hold on to with a frenzied grip. We have
spoken of this thing--a little bag which must have been fastened to her
side, for the end of its connecting strap is torn away by the wrench I
gave it."

"Vivid enough; but I am sure you will tell me one thing more. Did you see
the face of this body as well as the arm? It would greatly add to the
strength of your testimony if you could describe it."

Ransom, who had been watching Hazen, cast a sudden look back at the
lawyer as he dropped these insinuating words. Something more than a
cold-blooded desire for truth had prompted this almost brutal
inquisition. He must know what it was, if anything in Harper's
well-controlled countenance would tell him. The result transfixed him,
for following the lawyer's gaze, which was fixed not on the man he was
addressing but on a small mirror hanging on the opposite wall, he saw
reflected in it the face and form of Anitra standing in the open
doorway behind them.

She was looking at Hazen and, as Ransom noted that look, he understood
Harper's previous caution and all that lay behind his insistent and
cold-blooded questions. For her gaze was no longer one of simple inquiry
but of horrified understanding;--_the gaze of one who heard_.

Meantime, Hazen was answering in painful gasps the lawyer's pointed
question, "Did you see the face of this body as well as the arm?"

"Did I see--God help me, yes. Just a glimpse, but I knew it. Eyes that my
mother had kissed, blind--staring--glassed in awe and unspeakable fright.
The mouth, whose every curve I had studied in the old days of perfect
affection, drawn into a revolting grin and dripping with unwholesome
weeds brought down from the shallows. All strange, yet all familiar--my
sister--Georgian--dead--stark--but recognizable. Don't ask me if I saw
it. I always see it; it is before me now, the forehead--the chin--the
eyes--"

Ransom sprang to his feet, Harper also.

The girl in the doorway had gone white as death, and with outstretched
arms and frantic, haggard eyes was striving to ward off the frightful
vision conjured up by her brother's words. The movement made by the
two men recalled her in an instant to herself, and she drew back--the
hesitating, appealing, anxious-eyed girl whom they all knew. But it
was too late. Hazen had seen as well as the others, and leaping in
frenzy from his chair stood confronting her--a dominant and accusing
figure--between the quietly triumphant lawye