"Will you go to bed?" asked the surgeon, "I can best look to you then." Jonas shook his head. He would have the wound examined there, as he sat in his arm-chair. Then came the inquiry from Iver--"Where is your wife, Jonas? I thought she had returned with you." "My wife? She has lagged behind." "Not possible. She was to assist you home." "I needed no assistance." "She ought to be here to receive instructions from the doctor." "These can be given to my sister." "But, Bideabout, where is she?" Jonas was silent, confused, alarmed. Iver became uneasy. "Bideabout, where is Matabel. She must be summoned." "It's nort to you where she be," answered the Broom-Squire savagely. Then Mrs. Rocliffe stepped forward. "I will tell you," she said. "My brother is that mad wi' pain, he don't know what to think, and say, and do. As they was coming along together, loving-like, as man and wife, she chanced to slip and fall into the water, and Jonas, having his arm bad, couldn't help her out, as he was a-minded, and he runned accordin' here, to tell me, and I was just about sendin' my Samuel to find and help her." "Matabel in the water--drowned!" "Jonas did not say that. She falled in." "Matabel--fell in!" Iver looked from Mrs. Rocliffe towards Jonas. There was something in the Broom-Squire's look that did not satisfy him. It was not pain alone that so disturbed his face, and gave it such ghastly whiteness. "Bideabout," said he, gravely, "I must and will have a proper explanation. I cannot take your sister's story. Speak to me yourself. After what I had seen between you and Matabel, I must necessarily feel uneasy. I must have a plain explanation from your own lips." Jonas was silent; he looked furtively from side to side. "I will be answered," said Iver, with vehemence. "Who is to force me to speak?" asked the Broom-Squire, surlily. "If I cannot, I shall fetch the constable. I say--where did you leave Mehetabel?" "My sister told you--under the tree." "What--not in the water?" "She may have fallen in. I had but one arm, and that hurting terrible." "Good heavens!" exclaimed Iver. "You came home whining over your arm--leaving her in the marsh!" "You don't suppose I threw her in?" sneered Jonas. "Me--bad of an arm." "I don't know what to think," retorted Iver. "But I will know where Mehetabel is." In the doorway, with her back to the moonlight, stood a female figure. The first to see it was Jonas, and he uttered a gasp--he thought he saw a spirit. The figure entered, without a word, and all saw that it was Mehetabel. CHAPTER XXVI. A SECRET. It was indeed Mehetabel. She entered quietly, without a word, carrying Bideabout's gun, which she placed in the corner, by the fireplace. Jonas and his sister looked at her, at first terror-struck, as though they beheld a ghost, then with unrest, for they knew not what she would say. She said nothing.