"You forget over what a wide extent the plain extends," said Awdrey; "but if I had known"--he stopped and bit his lips. "Never mind," she answered, endeavoring to smile and look cheerful, "any sort of tragedy always affects me to a remarkable degree. I can't help it--I'm afraid there is something in me akin to trouble, but of course it would be folly for us to stay indoors just because that poor young fellow came to a violent end some miles away." "Yes, it is quite some miles from here--I am truly sorry for him." "Sit down here, Mr. Awdrey, here at my feet if you like, and tell me about it." "I will sit at your feet with all the pleasure in the world, but why should we talk any more on this gruesome subject?" "That's just it," said Margaret, "if I am to get rid of it, I must know all about it. You said you met him last night?" "I did," said Awdrey, speaking with unwillingness. "And you guess why he came by his end?" "Partly, but not wholly." "Well, do tell me." "I will--I'll put it in as few words as possible. You know that little witch Hetty, the pretty niece of the innkeeper Armitage?" "Hetty Armitage--of course I know her. I tried to get her into my Sunday class, but she wouldn't come." "She's a silly little creature," said Awdrey. "She is a very beautiful little creature," corrected Miss Douglas. "Yes, I am afraid her beauty was too much for this unfortunate Frere's sanity. I came across him last night, or rather they passed me by in the underwood, enacting a love scene. The fact is, he was kissing her. I thought he was taking a liberty and interfered. He told me he intended to marry her--but Hetty denied it. I saw her back to the Inn--she was very silent and depressed. Another man, a handsome fellow, was standing in the porch. It just occurred to me at the time, that perhaps he also was a suitor for her hand, and might be the favored one. She went indoors. On my way home I met Frere again. He tried to pick a quarrel with me, which of course I nipped in the bud. He referred to his firm intention of marrying Hetty Armitage, and when I told him that she had denied the engagement, he said he would go back at once and speak to her. I then returned to the Court. "The first thing I heard this morning was the news of the murder. My father as magistrate was of course made acquainted with the fact at a very early hour. Poor Everett has been arrested on suspicion, and there's to be a coroner's inquest to-morrow. That is the entire story as far as I know anything about it. Your face is whiter than ever, Miss Douglas. Now keep your word--forget it, since you have heard all the facts of the case." She looked down again. Presently she raised her eyes, brimful of tears, to his face. "I cannot forget it," she said. "That poor young fellow--such a fearfully sudden end, and that other poor fellow; surely if he did take away a life it must have been in a moment of terrible madness?" "That is true," said Awdrey.