"I'm going back to England by the first steamer." Late next evening Mr.Parmalee reached New York.

Early the following morning he strode up to the brownstone mansion of Mr.Denover and sharply rang the bell.
"Is Lady--I mean, is Mr.Denover's niece to home ?" The servant ushered him into the drawing-room.
"Who shall I say ?" Mr.Parmalee handed her his card.
"Give her that.

Tell her it's a matter of life and death." The servant stared, took the pasteboard and vanished.

Ten minutes after, and Harriet, in a white morning robe, pale and terrified, hurried in.
"Mr.Parmalee, has anything--have you heard---- Oh, what is it ?" "It is this, Lady Kingsland: your husband has been arrested and tried for your murder!" She clasped her hands together and sunk into a seat.

She did not cry out or exclaim.