CONTAINS SOME STRANGE NEWS.

My heart seemed to stop beating. Old Taylor, then, was dead, and I sat

up in bed, staring straight before me.

For nearly a minute I did not speak. All the time I felt John's calm

gaze, puzzled, inquisitive, fixed upon me. I had gone through enough

unhappiness during these past weeks to last me a lifetime, but all that

I had endured would be as nothing by comparison with this. I could not

blind myself to one fact--I had poisoned old Taylor deliberately. Had

I, by some hideous miscalculation, the result of ignorance, overdosed

him, and brought his poor old life to a premature end? I might be

charged with manslaughter. Or worse!

Why! I might be convicted of murder. I might even be hanged! The grim

thought held me breathless.

And Vera--my thoughts fled to her at once--what would become of Vera?

Even if I were only imprisoned, and only for a short spell, Vera would

have none to look to for help, none to defend her. She would be at the

mercy of her persecutors! I think that thought appalled me even more

than the thought that I might be tried for manslaughter or murder.

"Oh," I said at last to John, "it's some mistake. The police have made

some grotesque blunder. You had better show them up, and I will talk to

them."

No blunder had been made, and I knew it.

I must say that I was surprised at the officers' extreme courtesy.

Seeing they were about to arrest me on suspicion of having caused a

man's death, their politeness, their consideration for my feelings, had

a touch of irony.

They waited while I had my bath and dressed. Then we all drove together

to the police-station, chatting quite pleasantly on topics of passing

interest. At the police-station my name and address and many other

particulars, were taken down in writing. With the utmost gravity a

pompous inspector asked me "what birthmarks I possessed, if any," and

various other questions ending with "if any." I wondered whether,

before he had done, he would ask me my sex--if any.

Nearly a month dragged on--days of anxiety, which seemed years, and I

had had no word from Vera!

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