The woman took him to a room up-stairs, where Vincent followed her mechanically. The room had evidently been occupied a very short time before. Upon a chair, open, with the contents only half thrust in, was a travelling-bag, which the minister recognised at once--a piece of family property dreadful to see in such a place. Susan had been putting her things away with the orderly instinct of her mother's daughter when this sudden shock of terror came upon her. "Do you mean to tell me that it is she who has gone away," said Vincent, with a look of incredulous wonder and appeal--"she--Susan Vincent, my sister? Take time to think. It was not she--somebody else. Tell me where she is----" "Oh, sir, don't say anything as may come against her," cried the landlady. "It's nobody but her, poor soul, poor soul. If it was possible to think as it could be another, I would--but there was nobody else to do it. As soon as we heard the shot and the groan the master got up. He met her on the stair, sir, if you'll believe me, like a woman as was walking in her sleep. He was that struck he daren't say a word to her. He let her pass by him and go out at the door--and when he went into the gentleman's room and found him there a-dying, she was gone clean off, and couldn't be heard of. Folks say as my husband should have stopped her, but it wasn't none of his business. Oh, sir, don't say nothing as'll put them on her track! There's one man gone off after her already--oh, it's dreadful!--if you'll be advised by me, you'll slip out the back way, and don't come across that policeman again. If she did kill him," cried the weeping landlady, "it was to save herself, poor dear. I'll let you out the back way, if you'll be guided by me."