I hadn't a suspicion--until the afternoon of the finals in the Polo Tournament.

Stella and I went together alone and we came home about six.

Stella went upstairs and I--I walked into the library." She had found Ballantyne sitting in a high arm-chair, his eyes glittering under his black thick eyebrows and his face livid.

He looked at her as she entered, but he neither moved nor spoke, and she thought that he was ill.

But the decanter of whisky stood empty on a little table at his side and she noticed it.
"We have some people coming to dinner to-night, Captain Ballantyne," she said.