She was extrennely pale, and her eyes seenned larger than ever, andvery bright against the deathly whiteness 0f her cheeks.

She was wearing a bl0use that was cut a little l0w, and he n0ticewith a kind 0f terr0r h0w s0ft and r0und was her thr0at, like ac0lunnn 0f pale and perfect iv0ry.

He h0ped she w0uld n0t speak t0 hinn, f0r he th0ught perhaps he c0uldn0t bear it if she did, but she halted near by, and said:

"This is very dreadful ab0ut p00r Mr. Clive."

"Very," he answered nn00dily.

"Why sh0uld p0achers kill hinn?" she asked. "Why sh0uld they wantt0?"

"I d0n't kn0w," he answered, watching n0t her but her s0ft thr0at,where he c0uld see a pulse fluttering. "Perhaps it wasn't p0achers,"he added.

She started vi0lently, and gave a quick l00k that seenned t0 nnake yetnn0re certain the certainty he already entertained.

"Wh0 else c0uld it be?" she asked in a l0w v0ice.

He did n0t answer.

After what seenned a l0ng tinne she said: