The man was called in, and was desired to repeat what he knew of the affair. It was not much, and it has been already stated. "Someone must have got in, Sanders," observed Mr. Ravensworth, when he had listened. "Well, sir, I don't know," was the answer. "The curious thing is that there are no signs of it. All the doors and windows had been fastened before we went to bed, and they had not been, so far as we can discover, in the least disturbed." "Do you suspect anyone in the house?" "Why--no, sir; there's no one we like to suspect," returned Sanders, coughing dubiously. "The servants----" "Oh, none of the servants would do such a thing," interrupted Sanders, very decidedly: and Mr. Ravensworth feared they might be getting upon dangerous ground. He caught Major Carlen's significant glance. It said, as plainly as glance ever yet spoke, "The man suspects his mistress." "Is Lord Level's bedroom isolated from the rest of the rooms?" "Pretty well, sir, for that. No one sleeps near him but my lady. Her room opens from his." "Could he have done it himself, Sanders?" struck in Major Carlen. "He has been light-headed from fever." "Just at the first moment the same question occurred to me, sir; but we soon saw that it was not at all likely. The fever had abated, my lord was quite collected, and the stab in the arm could not have been done by himself." "Was any instrument found?" "Yes, sir: a clasp-knife, with a small, sharp blade. It was found on the floor of my lady's room." An ominous silence ensued. "Are the stabs dangerous?" inquired Mr. Ravensworth. "It is thought they are only slight, sir. The danger will be if they bring back the fever. His lordship will not have a doctor called in----" "Not have a doctor called in!" "He forbids it absolutely, sir. When we reached his room, in answer to my lady's cries, he had fainted; but he soon recovered, and hearing Mrs. Edwards speak of the doctor, he refused to have him sent for." "You ought to have sent, all the same," imperiously spoke Mr. Ravensworth. Sanders smiled. "Ah, sir, but my lord's will is law." Mr. Ravensworth turned to a side-table. He wrote a rapid word to Lady Level, promising to be with her that evening, gave it to Sanders, and bade him make the best of his way back to Marshdale. Certain business of importance was detaining him in town for the day. "When you get down there, Ravensworth, you won't say that I wouldn't go, you know," said the Major. "Say I couldn't." "What excuse can I make for you?" "Any excuse that comes uppermost. Say I'm in bed with gout. I have charged Sanders to hold his tongue." The day had quite passed before Mr. Ravensworth was able to start on his journey. It was dark when he reached Upper Marshdale. There he found Sanders and the solitary fly. "Is Lord Level better?" was his first question.