Not a man moved a muscle.
"All right," he cried.

"I will make no more false starts.

Mrs.
Costobell begged her husband's forgiveness for her treatment of him, and confessed that she and Lord Ventnor planned the affair for which Anstruther was tried by court-martial.

It must have been a beastly business, for Costobell was sweating with rage, though his words were icy enough.

And you ought to have seen Ventnor's face when he heard of the depositions, sworn to and signed by Mrs.Costobell and by several Chinese servants whom he bribed to give false evidence.