George raised his eyes and met the curious gaze of the woman he loved. At that moment her veil failed to hide the strange look of dread and apprehension in her face, so intense it was. Her lips, slightly parted, quivered, the pallor of her cheeks was deathlike, and her whole attitude was that of one who feared the revelation of some terrible truth. "During my search I discovered a lady's hairpin lying in the grass at the roadside," George replied, after a silence, brief but complete. He was not thinking of the question, but was sorely puzzled at the extraordinary change in the woman who had promised to become his wife. The transformation was amazing. "That pin is here," the Coroner explained to the jury, passing it across for their inspection. "I will call Henry Fawcett, hairdresser, of Reading, who will give evidence regarding it." The man referred to was called in, and in reply to a formal question, took the hairpin in his hand, saying,-- "I have, at the instigation of the police, minutely compared this pin with those worn by the young lady at the time of her death, and also those found upon her dressing-table. I find that although apparently the same make it is nevertheless entirely different. Some of them found upon her dressing-table were of similar length and size, but while the pins she used were of the ordinary kind, such as may be purchased at any draper's, this one is of very superior quality. By the shape of its points, together with its curve, I can distinguish that this is the pin manufactured solely by Clark and Lister, of Birmingham, and sold by first-class hairdressers." "Your theory is that this pin was never worn by the deceased?" the Coroner said, thoughtfully stroking his grey beard. "I feel confident it never was, for the pin is quite new, and they are sold in large boxes," was the reply. "In that case it seems probable that another woman was with her immediately before her death," observed the foreman to his brother jurors. George looked again at Liane. Her eyes were still staring into space, her lips were trembling, her face was ashen pale. She started at the ominous words which fell upon her ear, then feigned to busy herself in re-buttoning the black glove she had removed before taking the oath. "It, of course, remains for the police to prosecute further inquiries and to discover the owner of that hairpin," the Coroner said. "Most of us are aware that ladies frequently use various kinds of pins in dressing their hair, but in this case not a single one of the peculiar sort found on the spot was discovered in the deceased's possession; and this fact in itself certainly lends colour to a suggestion that immediately prior to the tragedy Miss Bridson was not alone."