“Pauline!” exclaimed Sir Matthew, “you go a little too far. By the way, Mr. Bathurst. It’s a small point—but I’m curious. When you told Bannister who the murderer was—whom did you accuse? What was the name you whispered to him?”

Anthony knocked the long piece of ash from the end of his cigar very deliberately. He bowed to his host. “Yours, Sir Matthew! I’m sure you won’t——”

Mr. Bathurst has always maintained that Lady Fullgarney’s laugh is the most musical of his acquaintance.

The End

Transcriber’s Note

This transcription follows the text of the edition first published by John Hamilton Ltd. in 1928. The following alterations have been made to correct what are believed to be unambiguous printer’s errors: