"'Tis a traitor from inside." Wilding nodded.

"It must be one of those who met at White Lackington three nights ago," he answered.
Idlers--the witnesses of the wedding--were watching them with interest from the path, and others from over the low wall of the churchyard, as well they might, for Mr.Wilding's behaviour was, for a bridegroom, extraordinary.

Trenchard did not relish the audience.
"We had best away," said he.

"Indeed," he added, "we had best out of England altogether before the hue and cry is raised.

The bubble's pricked." Wilding's hand fell on his arm, and its grasp was steady.