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Lundestad.

Sh! We were on a false scent; it's nearer at hand.

Stensgård.

How nearer at hand?

Lundestad.

I know nothing for certain; but they talk of Madam Rundholmen——

Stensgård.

What!

HEIRE.

Haven't I prophesied it! She has been too much mixed up with our friend at Stonelee——

Lundestad.

He drove off this morning before daylight——

Heire.

And his family is out hunting for him——

Lundestad.

And the son has been doing all he knows to get his sister provided for——

Stensgård.

Provided for! "To-morrow" she said; and then her anxiety about her father——!

Heire.

Hee-hee! You'll see he's gone and hanged himself, sir!

Aslasken.

Has any one hanged himself?