CHAPTER XII MAURICE TRASK, HEIR––––––––
THE funeral services of John Waring were solemn and impressive. No reference was made to the manner of his taking-off, save to call it mysterious, and the encomiums heaped upon him by the clergy and the college faculty were as sincere as they were well-deserved.
There were two members of the great audience who were looked at with curiosity by many.
One of these was Miss Mystery, the girl who, it was vaguely rumored was in some way connected with the tragedy.
To look at her, this seemed impossible, for a sweeter face or a gentler manner could scarce be imagined.
Anita Austin sat near the front, on one of the side aisles. She wore a gown of taupe-colored duvetyn, and a velvet toque of the same color. Her olive face was pale, and now and then her s
