And yet--and yet--he had done un-heard-of things before.

There were times, times that had become more and more frequent of late, when she doubted his sanity.

Those devilish moods of his, whither were they tending?
Was he in the grip of one of them now?
And if so--if so--what would happen to her?
What could she do?
As the hours passed, the torture of suspense so worked upon her that she began to grow feverish.

The afternoon was waning and still no word had come.
She tried to reassure herself again and again, but each failure added to her distress.
"You mustn't fret, child," said Mrs.Errol gently, when she brought her tea.

"It's the worst thing possible.