Chapter VI.—The House on the MarshIt was an hour and longer, after Larose had tucked himself into bed, before sleep at last came to him.
He had thrown off his clothes on the full determination that it should be only a matter of minutes before he would be in the land of forgetfulness, and dead to all his troubles.
He relaxed his limbs peacefully, drew in slow, deep breaths, and tried to imagine he was falling from a great height. He turned his tightly-closed eyes upwards and inwards, and he fell, fell, fell into unfathomable depths.
But it was all to no purpose, for his mind was much too active, and would keep on reverting to the perplexities he was in.
Why had Lady Ardane gone into the grounds during the night? Why had she agreed that the belongings of no one should be searched? Why ha
