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"Stop her, Hope," cried Random, who was kneeling by the body and feeling

the heart. "Mrs. Jasher is not dead. Hold your noise, woman, and go

for a doctor." This was to Jane, who, prevented from screaming, took to

whimpering.

"I had better go," said Hope quickly; "and I'll go to the Fort and alarm

the men. Perhaps they may catch the man."

"Can you describe him?"

"Of course not," said Archie indignantly. "I only caught a glimpse of

him by the feeble light of a lucifer match. Then he leaped through the

window and I after him. I made a grab at him, but lost him in the mist.

I don't know in the least what he is like."

"Then how can anyone arrest him?" snapped Random, raising Mrs. Jasher's

head. "Give what alarm you like, but race for Robinson up the village.

We must save this poor woman's life, if only to learn who killed her."

"But she isn't dead yet--she isn't dead yet," wailed Jane, clapping her

hands, while Hope, knowing the value of time, promptly ran out of the

house to get further assistance.

"She soon will be," said Sir Frank, whose temper was not of the best at

so critical a moment in dealing with a fool. "Go and bring me brandy at

once, and afterwards linen and hot water. We must do our best to staunch

this wound and revive her."

For the next quarter of an hour the man and the woman labored hard to

save Mrs. Jasher's life. Random bound up the wound in a rough and ready

fashion, and Jane fed the pale lips of her mistress with sips of brandy.

Mrs. Jasher gradually became more alive, and a faint sigh escaped from

her lips, as her wounded bosom rose and fell with recovered breath. When

Sir Frank was in hopes that she would speak, she suddenly relapsed again

into a comatose state. Luckily at that moment Archie returned with young

Dr. Robinson at his heels, and also was followed by Painter, the village

constable, who had luckily been picked up in the fog.

Robinson whistled as he looked at the insensible woman.

"She's had a narrow squeak," he muttered, lifting the body with the

assistance of Random.

"Will she recover?" questioned Hope anxiously.

"I can't tell you yet," answered the doctor; and with Sir Frank he

carried the heavy body of the widow into her bedroom. "How did it

happen?"

"That is my business," said Painter, who had followed, and who was now

filled with importance. "You look after the body, sir, and I'll question

these gentlemen and the servant."

"Servant yourself! Such sauce!" muttered Jane, with an angry toss of her

cap at the daring young policeman. "I know nothing. I left my mistress

in the parlor writing letters, and never heard anyone come in. The bell

didn't sound anyhow. The first thing I knew that anything was wrong was

on hearing the screams. When I looked into the parlor the candles and

the lamp were out, and there was a struggle going on in the dark. Then

I cried out, very naturally, I'm sure, and ran straight into the arms of

these gentlemen, as soon as I could get the front door open."