I owe him nothing, at any rate." They were talking in the ill-fated library, having entered the house through the centre window.

The unbidden guest faced the others, and although the cloud of suspicion hung heavily upon him, the barrister was far too shrewd an observer of human nature to attribute his present defiant attitude to other than its true origin--a feeling of humiliated pride.
Brett understood that to question him further was to risk a scene--a thing to be avoided at all costs.
"No doubt," he said, "you wish to speak privately to Mrs.Capella.I was on the point of escorting Miss Layton to her house.

Shall I return and drive you back to Stowmarket?
I will be here in fifteen minutes." "It would be better than walking," replied Robert wearily, settling into a chair with the air of a man physically tired and mentally perturbed.
Again there was a dramatic pause.

Helen, more alarmed than she wished to admit, gave Margaret a questioning look, and received a strained but reassuring smile.
"Then I will go now--" she began, but instantly stopped.

Like the others, she heard the quick trot of a horse, and the sound of rapid wheels approaching from the lodge.
"Who on earth can this be ?" cried Margaret, blanching visibly, The vehicle, a dog-cart, drew nearer.