"Mrs. Tailleur," she said, "Mrs. Tailleur. We found her--down there. She's killed. She--she fell from the Cliff." The three stood still as she spoke to them. Then Jane rushed forward to her brother with a cry, and Mrs. Hankin stretched out her arms and barred the way. There were small spots of blood on her hands and on her dress where she had knelt. "Go back, child," she said. "They're carrying her in." [Illustration]