"You fear! Why do you fear? Tell me. You say he is injured. Tell me all—the worst!"
Still the small, erect, black-clad figure drew back, a look of sudden understanding and apprehension dawning in her face. She moved her lips, but no sound came from them.
"Tell me!" cried the girl again. "In mercy—oh, don't you understand?"
"Yes, I understand now." The lady drew weakly back in the seat and seemed to be compelling her own eyes and lips to steadiness.
"Listen! We must be calm—both of us. I—I am not strong; I dare not give way. Yes, yes; this is all I can tell you. The man, Mr. Doran, asked me to wait in the road with the pony. He came back soon, and said that we must find the doctor and the coroner at once; there had been an accident, and the man—the one for whom they searched—was dead, he feared."
She sprang suddenly to her feet.
"You must not faint. If you do, I—I cannot help you; I am not strong enough."
"I shall not faint," replied Hilda Grant, in a hard strange voice, and she, too, arose quickly, and went with straight swift steps through the open door between the two rooms and out of sight.
Mrs. Jamieson stood looking after her for a moment,
