And if it were true it--True! He laughed aloud a little gratingly.

True! Had the Tocsin, astounding, unbelievable, mystifying as were the means by which she acquired her knowledge not only of this, but of countless other affairs, ever by so much as the smallest detail been astray.

If it were true! He pulled out his watch.

It was half-past nine.

Benson, his chauffeur, had sent the letter into the club.