"Yes. You were so frank, so honest about yourself. I felt safe with you. And after we were married--I escaped from fear. I was reprieved."
"Thank you," said Harry with a quiet sincerity. Then he moved away from her to the fireplace and turned again.
"Why do you tell me this for the first time tonight?"
"Because fear's awake in me again to-night," she answered simply. "I have had another visitor today besides M. Poizat."
"Who?"
"Howard Fall."
Harry Rames's voice hardened.
"He came to complain of me, I suppose."
"It wasn't complaint; it was regret. He thought it would be such a loss if you ceased to be interested in Parliament. He was afraid that Colonel Challoner's death had been a shock to you."
Harry Rames looked curiously at his wife.