"It was very good of her to think of me. But you don't mean to say you saw her, Fred? She ought to have been asleep hours before." "She is not going to bed to-night. Bob will remain up with her. Uncle Leth will take a little rest on the sofa." "Well, perhaps it is natural. I must get back to the dog-cart now, or Tom Barley may be impatient. Drive on, coachman." As Garden retraced his steps to the dog-cart he saw with his mind's eye Fanny's pretty face looking up through her tears, and the smile upon his lips was a proof that the vision was an agreeable one. It was a little past four o'clock when the dog-cart drew up at the gates of Parksides. "Now, Tom," said Garden, as he and Tom Barley alighted, "take me over the ground, and don't make the slightest mistake." The strange task upon which they were engaged occupied them till sunrise. "Was the light when you saw the woman in the blue dress about the same as it is now?" asked Garden. "Yes, sir; only it was a little earlier in the morning. And I was standing as near as possible on this very spot when I first saw her." "I want to know the exact direction, Tom. We are facing those trees yonder. Was it there?" "Yes, sir; among those very trees." "Be sure, Tom," said Garden, stepping two or three paces behind, and taking a white handkerchief from his pocket. "Don't turn, Tom! You are sure?" "I am sure, sir," said Tom, looking straight before him. Garden waved the white handkerchief high in the air, and the next moment Tom uttered a loud cry, and darted forward. Garden ran swiftly after him, and caught his arm. "Why, what is the matter with you, Tom?" "There! there!" cried Tom, struggling to release himself; but Garden held him fast. Tom's voice trembled from excitement, and his face was white. "I saw her this very minute." "Saw whom?" "The woman in the blue dress," cried Tom. "Let me go, sir! let me go!" "You must be dreaming, Tom," said Garden, his heart beating high with exultation. "Keep still, keep still! Remember you have promised to obey me implicitly." "I saw her, I tell you!" cried Tom, shaking all over, but ceasing to struggle. "And now she has disappeared!" "As she did on the night of the murder?" "Yes, as she did then." "But you saw her again?" "Yes, I saw her again." "But not in the same spot?" "No," said Tom, turning in another direction. "This way." He walked on fifty or sixty yards, and Garden, holding his arm more lightly, accompanied him. "Why do you stop, Tom?" "Because I saw her in that clump the second time." Garden took his hand from Tom's arm and stepped behind him. Again he took his white handkerchief from his pocket. "Are you quite sure you are not mistaken, Tom?" "It isn't possible for me to be mistaken," said Tom. Garden once more waved his handkerchief in the air. "There! there! There she is again!" "All right!" shouted Garden, as though he were addressing some person in the distance. Racing after Tom, he threw his arms around him.