"'Voltaire,' I said, 'is this quite fair?' "'No, no!' he cried; 'but I am so excited that I can scarcely master myself. I will say no more.' "'Come to what?' repeated Miss Forrest. "'I will not say,' replied Voltaire. 'I will not wound your tender nature; I will not tell you a tale of villainy; I will not cause a ripple on the even stream of your life. Retire to rest, sweet lady, and think that what I have said is a dream.' "'Villainy!' cried she. 'Tell me what it is. Yes, there is villainy, I think. I will be answered! Tell me the truth!' "Even Voltaire was cowed by her words. He stood and looked at her for a minute as if in doubt what to do. Then he burst out passionately-- "'Yes, I will answer you. I will tell you now what all the world must know to-morrow. I had hoped to spare your feelings, but the tone of your demand makes me speak.' "'He has no proof for what he is going to say,' I said. "'Proof!' cried Voltaire. 'There is sufficient proof for an English court of law, and that law is terribly hard on murderers.' "'Murderers!' cried Miss Forrest. 'What do you mean?' "'This!' cried Voltaire. 'You saw Kaffar challenge Mr. Blake in the drawing-room?' "'I saw him insult Mr. Blake. I saw that Mr. Blake refrained from crushing him beneath his heel like a reptile. I saw that!' she cried excitedly. "'Just so,' said Voltaire. 'Then Kaffar went out, and Mr. Blake went after him.' "'After him! Where?' "'Mr. Temple and I did not like the look on his face, and we followed him. I traced his footsteps along the high-road for a long while, and then we lost sight of them. We knew not where to go, when Mr. Temple thought he heard voices away in the distance. We went in the direction of the sound, and came to Drearwater Pond.' "'Drearwater Pond? That terrible place to which we rode the other day?' "'The same, gentle lady.' "'And then?' "'When we came there we found Mr. Blake in a reclining position, with a bloody knife in his hand. I recognized it as belonging to Kaffar. I saw something lying on the ground, and, on picking it up, found it to be a scarf which Kaffar had been wearing this very night. It was twisted and soiled, and on it were spots of blood. Footmarks were to be seen on the edge of the deep pond, indicating a struggle; but Kaffar was nowhere to be seen.' "'It cannot be! It cannot be!' said Miss Forrest. 'But what then?' "'I asked Mr. Blake questions. I accused him of many things, but he denied nothing.' "'Denied nothing?' "'Nothing, Miss Forrest. He tacitly admitted everything. I wish I could think otherwise; but oh, I am afraid my friend, my only friend, lies murdered at the bottom of Drearwater Pond, and murdered by Mr. Blake.' "'It cannot be!' cried Miss Forrest. 'Mr. Blake could never, _never_ do so. There is some mistake.' "He took something from his pocket which was wrapped in a handkerchief. He removed this wrapping, and there revealed the knife you held in your hand.