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108 landing, the lady was already some distance along the corridor. She had passed my rooms, and was moving rapidly towards No. 64.

"Where is she going?" asked Miss Adair. "Bessie!"

Her call went unheeded. Apparently the other did not hear. She continued to hasten from us as if she were making for a particular goal, with a well-defined purpose in view. I thought it probable that the dead man's body was still somewhere in his chambers, and certainly all the plain evidences of the tragedy would have been studiously left untouched.

"Quick!" I exclaimed. "She doesn't know what she is doing; she is going to Lawrence's room, where he lies murdered. We must stop her before she gets there."

We hurried in pursuit, but had only gone a few yards when some one caught me by the arm. I had previously realised that some one else was standing in the corridor, but my attention had been too much engrossed by Miss Moore to permit of my noticing who it was. I now perceived that it was Hume. He gripped my arm with what seemed unnecessary force, his countenance betraying a degree of agitation of which I had not thought him capable.

"Ferguson!" he cried. "Miss Adair! What is Miss Moore doing here?"