Then, with the door closed behind them, cutting short Larose's words of greeting, she burst out chokingly, “Mr. Larose, I have come to you for advice. Two days ago I killed a man. He attacked me and had been intending to blackmail me. His body lies hidden in a pond. Should I give myself up to the police, or say nothing in the hope that I may not be found out? You remember me, don't you? We met at Blackston Manor a little while ago.”
All on the instant the face of Larose had become the very picture of amazement. His jaw had dropped and his eyes had opened wide. For the moment he did not seem to be able to take in this extraordinary announcement from the beautiful and aristocratic-looking young woman standing before him.
“Yes,” went on Dora tremulously, “he attacked me on the path through
