'
'Well, an' so you asked her?' said Sinfi.
'I thought the moment had come for me to try to read the puzzle,'
said Cyril. 'So, on that day when Ebury called, when you, Wilderspin,
had left us together, I walked up to her and said, "Is your father
alive?"'
'Ah!' cried Sinfi, 'it was as I thought. It was the word "feyther" as
killed her! An' what'll become o' _him_?'
'The word "father" seemed to shoot into her like a bullet,' said
Cyril. 'She shrieked "Father," and her face looked--'
'No, don't, tell me how she looked!' said Sinfi. 'Mr. Wilderspin's
pictur' o' the witch and the lady shows how she looked--whoever she
was. But if it was Winnie Wynne. what'll become o' _him_?'
Then I heard. Cyril address Wilderspin again. 'We had great
difficulty, you remember, Wilderspin, in bringing her round, and
afterwards I took her out of the house, put her into a cab, and you
directed your servant whither to take her.'
'It was scepticism that ruined all.' I heard Wilderspin say.
'And yet,' said Sinfi, 'the Golden Hand on Snowdon told as he'd marry
Winifred Wynne.
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