I consented to a clandestine meeting without seconds.

It took place here, and I killed him.

And then I had, as I imagined--quite wrongly, as I know now--overwhelming evidence that what he had told me was true, and I went mad." Briefly he told the story of Tremayne's descent from Lady O'Moy's balcony and the rest.
"I scarcely know," he resumed, "what it was I hoped to accomplish in the end.

I do not know--for I never stopped to consider--whether I should have allowed Captain Tremayne to have been shot if it had come to that.
All that I was concerned to do was to submit him to the ordeal which I conceived he must undergo when he saw himself confronted with the choice of keeping silence and submitting to his fate, or saving himself by an avowal that could scarcely be less bitter than death itself." "You fool, O'Moy-you damned, infernal fool!" his lordship swore at him.
"Grant overheard more than you imagined that night outside the gates.
His conclusions ran the truth very close indeed.

But I could not believe him, could not believe this of you."' "Of course not," said O'Moy gloomily.