"That's a good girl. You must get a long night's rest, and if you are better in the morning I will let you see your friend. He'll wait, you know; I don't believe he will be in any hurry to leave, do you?" But she only frowned at my attempt at jocularity. I rang the bell and asked the butler to call Mrs. Derwent, to whom I gave full directions as to what I wanted done, and had the satisfaction of seeing May go up-stairs with her mother. I waited till the latter came down again, and then told her as gently as possible that her daughter was on the verge of brain fever, but that I hoped her excellent constitution might still save her from a severe illness. The next question was, what to do with Norman. May's positive belief that he was coming had proved contagious, and I found that we were both expecting him. I thought it would be best for me to meet him at the train, tell him of May's sudden illness and offer to put him up at our place for the night. Mrs. Derwent, after some hesitation, agreed to this plan. Norman turned up, as I knew he would. He is very quiet, and does not appear surprised either at his sudden invitation or at May's illness. He also seems to think it quite natural that he should stay in the neighbourhood till she is able to see him. He looks far from well himself, and is evidently worried to death about May. He has been out all the evening, and I suspect him of having been prowling around the Beloved's house. Now tell me--what do you think is the meaning of all this? Is the body Maurice Greywood's, or is it not? If it is he--who killed him and why? If she--but I'll not believe it unless I also believe her to have had a sudden attack of acute mania--and that, of course, is possible, especially when we consider what a highly nervous state she is still in. But if the dead man was really a stranger to her, as she asserts, why then does every mention of the murder cause her to become so excited? Why does she appear to be for ever watching for somebody? Why did she cry out in her sleep: "Oh, he's dead, he's dead!"? Again, the only reasonable explanation seems to be that her mind has become slightly unhinged. And if that is the case, what rôle does Norman play in this tragedy, and why did she insist on his being sent for? Above all, why does he consider it natural that she should have done so? Now, knowing all this, can you advise me as to what I ought to do to help the poor girl? I hear Norman coming in, so must end abruptly, although I have a lot more to say. Affectionately yours, FRED. CHAPTER IX I INSTRUCT MR. MERRITT. While these things had been happening in the country, my Sunday in town had been almost equally eventful.