But for sure behind this mystery o' the
death o' Sir Lucien there's a darker mystery still; sair dark. 'Tis
the biggest case ye ever had. Dinna look for Kazmah. Look tee find why
the woman went tee him; and try tee find the meanin' o' the sma'
window behind the big chair. . . . Yes"--she seemed to be staring at
some distant visible object--"watch the man Mareno--"
"But--Mrs. Irvin--"
"Is in God's guid keepin'--"
"You don't think she's dead!"
"She is wairse than dead. Her sins have found her out." The fey light
suddenly left her eyes, and they became filled with tears. She turned
impulsively to her husband. "Oh, Dan! Ye must find her! Ye must find
her! Puir weak hairt--dinna ye ken how she is suffering!"
"My dear," he said, putting his arms around her, "What is it? What is
it?"
She brushed the tears from her eyes and tried to smile. "'Tis
something like the second sight, Dan," she answered simply. "And it's
escapit me again. I a'most had the clue to it a' oh, there's some
horrible wickedness in it, an' cruelty an' shame."
The clock on the mantel shelf began to peal. Kerry was watching his
wife's rosy face with a mixture of loving admiration and wonder. She
looked so very bonny and placid and capable that he was puzzled anew
at the strange gift which she seemingly inherited from her mother, who
had been equally shrewd, equally comely and similarly endowed.
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