At that she heaved a sigh, for with him--she thought--went every chance of learning the truth, since if he, an experienced person in such matters, turned back from the quest, there could assuredly be no help in any one not professional, and with less trained abilities.
Then she turned to Lucian.
"There is nothing more to be done, I suppose," said she, sighing again.
"I am afraid not," replied Lucian dismally, for he was quite of her opinion regarding the desertion of the detective.
"Then I must leave this unknown assassin to the punishment of God!" said Diana quietly.

"And I can only thank you for all you have done for me, Mr.Denzil, and say"-- she hesitated and blushed, then added, with some emphasis--"say _au revoir_." "Ah!" ejaculated Denzil, with an indrawn breath of relief, "I am glad you did not say good-bye." "I don't wish to say it, Mr.Denzil.I have not so many friends in the world that I can afford to lose so good a one as yourself." "I am content," said Lucian softly, "that you should think of me as your friend--for the present." His meaning was so unmistakable that Diana, still blushing, and somewhat confused, hastened to prevent his saying more at so awkward a moment.
"Then as my friend I hope you will come and see me at Berwin Manor." "I shall be delighted.

When do you go down ?" "Within a fortnight.

I must remain that time in town to see my lawyer about the estate left by my poor father." "And see Mrs.Vrain ?" "No," replied Diana coldly.

"Now that my father is dead, Mrs.Vrain is nothing to me.