Or had he come down with a warrant in his pocket to arrest him the moment the will had been read? It might be that someone at the Bank had discovered the Midharst Consols had been sold; and the only evidence wanting in the chain would be supplied by a reference in the will to the stock, thereby showing that Sir Alexander, at the time of his death, was under the impression the stock was still his, thus proving it had not been disposed of with the baronet's knowledge. Grey felt himself powerless to resist. He thought it best to raise no question, make no demur. The cold sweat broke out on his forehead; he knew his voice would tremble if he essayed to speak. He bowed his head in token of acquiescence, and the funeral proceeded to the Ferry. "Can it be," thought Grey in an agony of fear--"Can it be, while I am walking after the body of him whom I have robbed, they are gazing on the body of her I have murdered." They reached the boats, and were ferried across to the main land. They re-formed, and were joined by a vast gathering of tenants, labourers, and others. The procession set off once more. During all this time the stranger remained silent. He did not address a single word to Grey, nor Grey to him. During all this time Grey was suffering the agony of the rack. He felt confident he was about to be attacked, but he did not know whence the attack would come, or what the nature of it might be. A successful attack of any kind upon him could have but one result--Destruction. On the way back to the Castle the stranger seemed plunged in still deeper reverie; and beyond a few of the most ordinary common-places, not a word passed between Grey and him. All throughout the stranger kept on the left-hand side of Grey. All throughout Grey saw at his left shoulder the Nemesis of his fate, and over the right the pallid face of his murdered victim. CHAPTER II. THE READING OF THE WILL. "Now, Maud darling, do try to bear up. Drink this wine to give you strength. Come, they are all waiting for us in the library. Drink this for my sake. Well, half; drink half of it for my sake, my dear, dear child. It was your father's direct order the will should be read and you should be present. Mr. Shaw tells me this is not usual, but must be done." "I cannot drink the wine. It will not take long, I suppose?" "Mr. Grey says that it is not likely to take more than quarter of an hour. The will is very short." "Is Mr. Grey in the library?" "Yes, dear." "Please, put away that wine; I am ready to go now. You will come with me?" "Of course, Maud. My place is at your side, poor darling." Mrs. Grant's words touched some chord in the girl's heart, and she burst into tears, crying: "Oh, Mrs. Grant, I never felt lonely before. I don't know what I should do, only for you and Mr. Grey."