I wonder you didn't think Basil was me, as
Juliet did."
"I am not acquainted with your clothes," said Caranby, dryly,
"as I have been absent from England for so long. But no
wonder Saxon did not find the knife. I picked it up. It was
a bowie--"
"Belonging to me, which Basil had stolen."
"I didn't know that either. Well, I went again towards the
wall surrounding the park. I thought I might meet you."
"I wonder you didn't. I was about at that time."
"The park was so thickly filled with trees and shrubs that we
missed one another I suppose. Don't interrupt--I am going.
Write quickly, Cuthbert." Then with a gasp Caranby resumed:
"I halted to get breath near the large oak which the fire
spared. I heard a rustling, and a woman came out of the
shadow of the tree. I wondered who she was and where she had
come from. The moon then came out brightly, and I recognized
her face with a sensation almost of terror. It was Emilia."
"How did you recognize her after all these years?"
"By her Jewish look, and especially by the eyebrows.
Moreover, she revealed herself to me when dying."
"What happened?" asked Yeo, sharply.
"I was standing with the knife in my hand. Emilia, seeing
that I was an intruder, came swiftly towards me. She had a
revolver in her hand but did not fire. She cried out
something and rushed at me. In doing this she came straight
against the knife. I was holding it instinctively in an
attitude of defence, with the point outward.
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