"I am very sorry indeed to seem inhospitable or discourteous, but there is a certain matter which must be cleared up, and at once.

I refer to the disappearance of Lord Ronald." There was an instant's dead silence.

Then Forrest, with white face, leaned across the table.
"Who the devil are you ?" he asked.
"I am Andrew de la Borne," Andrew answered, "the owner of these poor estates, which I am very well content to leave for the greater part of the time in my brother's care, only that he is young, and is liable to make mistakes.

He has made one, sir, I fear, in offering you the hospitality of the Red Hall." Forrest rose slowly to his feet.

The Princess held out her hand as though to beg him not to speak.