"Both women were looking toward the source of the sound they heard. Also, at that very moment, the wounded man gave a faint cry of 'Help!' An instant after, the servant turned on the light. In that instant the man disappeared, unnoticed by any one. I am not explaining these occurrences, Mr. Roberts; I am describing them. It is for you to interpret their meaning." Bobsy fell into a brown study, and timidly Natalie put forth a question. "How do you know he said, or tried to say, 'Neither Joyce nor Natalie'?" Orienta looked at the girl with an affectionate expression. "You are a 'sensitive' yourself, Miss Vernon. It will not be difficult for you to understand. By my clairvoyance I read the thought in his mind. I know he feared one or other of the two women he saw might be suspected. The dying often have abnormally acute prescience. To ward off any such danger, and in reply to the servant's inquiry, he strove to say neither of you were implicated,--he raised his hand in protest,--but he was physically unable to articulate clearly, and so his words were misconstrued." "You heard the words," said Natalie to Beatrice Faulkner; "does it seem to you he meant that?" "Yes," was the reply. "Now that I think it over I feel sure he did. At the moment, you know, I could scarcely control my senses, and his voice sounded so queer and unnatural, it was difficult to gather his meaning." "I think so, too," broke in Joyce. "I know that's what he meant. Eric's very nature was against his accusing any woman of wrong-doing. He meant just what Madame Orienta has told us. And I am glad there can be no more doubt about it." "Could a man have brushed by you that moment, Mrs. Stannard?" asked Bobsy. "I suppose so. I came from a lighted room into one of pitch blackness. I heard a quick breathing from the opposite side of the room, where Natalie was. I daresay I involuntarily took a step forward, and the man slipped past, behind me. It all happened so quickly, and I was so frightened, I can't describe my exact sensations. But I accept Madame Orienta's revelation as the truth, and----" Joyce's face paled a little, and she spoke very sternly, "I positively forbid any further investigation of the whole matter." "Then you suspect some one?" asked Bobsy, quickly. "Not at all," was the haughty answer, and Joyce looked like a queen issuing commands. "I have no idea who the intruder was, nor do I want to know. But if this story is made public, a dozen men will be found to fit the description, and it will mean no end of trouble and injustice. Therefore, I request, Mr. Roberts, that you let it go no further." "I can't promise that," said Bobsy, gravely. "I am bound to report to my chief. But if he agrees, I will stop all investigation." "That won't do," said Joyce, her dark eyes troubled. "You must promise what I ask."