"As my questions seem only to entangle you further," he said, "I think you had better do as I suggest without more protests: report yourself under arrest to Colonel Fletcher in the morning, sir." Still Tremayne hesitated for a moment.

Then drawing himself up, he saluted curtly.

"Very well, sir," he replied.
"But, Terence--" cried her ladyship from above.
"Ah ?" said Sir Terence, and he looked up.

"You would say-- ?" he encouraged her, for she had broken off abruptly, checked again--although none below could guess it--by the one behind who prompted her.
"Couldn't you--couldn't you wait ?" she was faltering, compelled to it by his question.
"Certainly.

But for what ?" quoth he, grimly sardonic.
"Wait until you have some explanation," she concluded lamely.
"That will be the business of the court-martial," he answered.