A low cry, growing into an agonised shriek, burst upon the girl's ear and that of her mistress. It came from the old man. He had dropped on one knee, and was trying to lift what was lying there: Hubert Stone. Ah, never more, never more would he be lifted in life. His wide-open eyes, staring upwards, saw nothing, his form was rigid, his hair wet with the night's dews. He had been dead some hours, stabbed by some villain through the heart. END OF VOL. II. ________________________________________________________ BILLING AND SONS, PRINTERS AND ELECTROTYPERS, GUILDFORD. _S. & Sons_.