If still you elect to remain silent, the court, I fear, will be unable to draw any conclusion but one from your attitude." For a long moment Captain Tremayne stood there in tense, expectant silence.

Yet he was not considering; he was waiting.

Lady O'Moy he knew to be in court, behind him.

She had heard, even as he had heard, that his fate hung perhaps upon whether Richard Butler's presence were to be betrayed or not.

Not for him to break faith with her.