"There is only one thing to do, and that is to put your unfortunate stepmother under restraint," said Mr. Brodrick firmly.
"I shall be guided entirely by your advice," said Marmaduke. "But are you sure she is really insane? Mayn't this be a mere passing aberration?"
"I have a letter here, sent me by Detective Inspector Bramick of Scotland Yard, and found near the scene of the alleged assault on your stepmother, which settles that matter beyond question. Read it; you will recognize the handwriting," said the lawyer solemnly; and he took from his pocket-book the suicide's letter, which had cost poor Angel three days' hard work.
Marmaduke read it, shook his head and said: "Very sad—very sad! How am I to set about the business?"
"I propose that we catch the next train to Hardstone, and discuss the matter with Dr. Beach to-night. It is late, of course, but there is no time to lose," said Mr. Brodrick. "And I shall not feel justified in leaving the place till every possible step has been taken to avert the danger which threatens the inhabitants."
He spoke as though a horde of Bashi-bazouks was about to be let loose on that peaceful village.
"I feel bound to help you in every possible way," said Marmaduke, in a tone of veritable
