"You may rest assured on that point." said Carleton. He left the room. The restraint he was putting upon himself gave a dignity to his whole bearing which impressed me much. "I fully believe in that poor fellow's innocence," I said, as soon as the door had closed behind him. Brabazon gave me a keen glance. "You are a good judge of character," he said, after a pause; "still, I prefer to keep my judgment in abeyance." Shortly afterwards he bade me good-night, and I retired to my own room. I closed the door and stood by the hearth, where the ashes of the fire, which had been lit some hours previous and had long ago burnt itself out, were to be seen. I felt too restless to go to bed, and wished the morning would come. I was standing so, thinking over all the circumstances which had turned our gay party into one of mourning, when I heard a footfall outside my door. I thought it might possibly be Carleton, and going across the room, I opened the door and went out into the corridor. To my astonishment, Miss Farnham, still wearing her gay evening dress, stood before me. "I was thinking of knocking at your door," she said, "but had scarcely courage to do so. I want to speak to you." "I will see you in the morning," I said. "It is morning already," she replied. "This is no time for conventionality, Dr. Halifax; I wish to speak to you now. You cannot sleep, and no more can I. Please follow me to Mrs. Brabazon's sitting-room, where a fire and a lamp are still burning." She led the way, and I obeyed her without a word. "Now tell me the truth." she said, the moment we found ourselves in the room. "Will Mr. Carleton be accused of having murdered poor Arthur Randall?" [Illustration: "PLEASE FOLLOW ME."] "There is no doubt that grave suspicion will attach to him," I answered, without hesitation. "But you think him innocent?" she queried. "I think him innocent. As innocent as you or I." "Oh, don't speak of me," she said, sinking suddenly on the sofa. "Pray don't mention my innocence. But for me this tragedy would never have happened." I looked long at her before I replied. "In one sense you may be right," I answered; "it is quite possible that but for you Carleton would not have witnessed Randall's death. Still, you must not be unfair to yourself--you are not accountable for the sudden brain seizure which must have caused Randall to reel and fall over the cliff." "What do you mean?" she demanded. "Carleton has just described the accident to Brabazon and me," I answered. "He saw Randall sway and fall over the cliff. I believe his story, although I fear few people will agree with me." "I don't know the story," she said, faintly. "Pray tell it to me." I did so in a few words. "You believe all this?" she said, with intense eagerness, when I had done speaking. "Yes." "How do you account for Mr. Randall's death?" I could not help sighing deeply.