"Not I.I have thought that Mr.Wilding is here and like to have his throat cut before an hour is past." "Tell me, are you sure of this ?" asked Ruth.
"I have it from your husband's own lips," Diana answered, and told her in a few words of her meeting with Mr.Wilding.
Ruth sat with hands folded in her lap, her eyes on the dim violet after-glow in the west, and her mind wrestling with this problem that Diana had brought her.
"Diana," she cried at last, "what am I to do ?" "Do ?" echoed Diana.

"Is it not plain?
Warn Mr.Wilding." "But Richard ?" "Mr.Wilding saved Richard's life..." "I know.

I know.

My duty is to warn him." "Then why hesitate ?" "My duty is also to keep faith with Richard, to think of those poor misguided folk who are to be saved by this," cried Ruth in an agony.

"If Mr.Wildin is warned, they will all be ruined." Diana stamped her foot impatiently.