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Hill ~ questioned Marjorie, breath
lessly.
Somewhere near therein the
neighbourhood Of St Paul's, at any
rate. It is so long ago,sI can't be
quite certain asstosthe exactgspot.'
The look OF eagerness faded from
Marjorie's face, TO be replaced by one
of sadness. 4 M s ii. 4. s. 81 gsF t'ss
The locket seemed bnt "a slender clue
by which to trace her fathers murder
er, after all - !.
aAnd it was clipped when you
bought lit?s,a she ask ed. after q pause.
"oh, yes, said Madeline. without
hesitation. ssa ssfss Ia 81 ..ss. n
After moment or two she added
II didn't notice that till 1 had got
nome. and i didn't seem worth while
to return 1t. :" -'s'SsF-
Madeline broke it by saying, very
softly
Marjorie, tell me all about it--your
fathers death, i mean.
As she spoke she laid one hand on
Marjorie's, while the other she pressed
to her own forehead, half shading her
face.
II seldom speak Of it" said Marjorie,
sadly, "tor it is very, very painful to
me. / was little child at the time,
and saw the murderer" s
"What?"
Machines voice rose almost to q
scream, so greatly was she affected by
this intelligence. - @
Marjorie fastened to explain that 1t
was only the shape, not the features, OF
| the murderer she had seen, and then,
very briefly and simply, she related
the main incidents of the tragedy
which had cast so dark a shadow over
her young life.
Madeline. still shading her face with
her hand, listened in silence and when
the story was concluded she said, very
quietly and calmly
Marjorie, I'm glad you've told me
this, because, knowing how much
you've had to suffer, ! shall be able to
sympathize with you-and help you,
too, hope. But think you are wise
in not speaking of it to every one.
II couldn't do that" said Marjorie,
softly, .'even after all these years, it
/ is too painful to me- did love my
father-he was so good to me. Oh, he
was kind and good to everybody. ]
don't think he ever did an unkind act
in his life. 5
i A tear had trembled on her long,
dark lashes; but now she dashed it
away, and her, beautiful face was very
stern, as she added
"The man who killed him must have
been fiendishly cruel! Some day his
crime will find him out I feel IT.
feel it here!"
& She pressed her hand to her heart
"And would you wish that, Mar
jorie?" asked Miss. Hyde, with an ac-
cent Of horror. 'You are SO gentle
and"
The look of sternness deepened on
Marjorie's face. "A
,. IF could trace my fathers MUIR
derer, and give him up to justice, I
would most certainly do it, she an
swered. Il hope am not vindictive.
In no other instance in all my life
have I ever felt the slightest wish to
punish an enemy. But this man-this
murder-deserves neither pity nor
pardon. For the sake of money he
killed one of the best and kindest men
that ever lived. He has two lives to
answer for. He murdered my father,
and broke my mothers heart"
Marjorie was standing erect now.
The lamplight fell upon her. face. re-
vealing the firm lines about the mouth,
the look Of steady purpose in the lus-
trous, dark-lashed eyes.
All the softness and gentleness had
fed from her face. Is.
e She was no longer soft. tender
girl, but a woman with q wrong to
avenge.
The sight Of the 4locket. which was
to have been her dead mothers valen-
tine, had transformed her thus.
s II ever fate delivered that midnight
murderer into her hands. he would
find this slender, delicate young crea-
ture a stern and bitter Nemesis to
reckon with.
$ :. "I cannot wonder at your feelings. !.
said Madeline, slowly. IF were in
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