Zaid the Lord 'ould dezide.

But ur 'ouldn't be warned, ur 'ouldn't; an' voolhardy volk, as the zayin' is, must go their own voolhardy waay to perdition!" It was the last I saw of Le Geyt alive.

Next morning the lifeless body of "the man who was wanted for the Campden Hill mystery" was cast up by the waves on the shore of Lundy.

The Lord had decided.
Hugo had not miscalculated.

"Luck in their suicides," Hilda Wade said; and, strange to say, the luck of the Le Geyts stood him in good stead still.