"Thanks for the compliment," laughed Jack. "If any one knows the gentleman by sight, it must be you!"
"I shall go with them," Juliet said.
"Of course!" agreed Manners.
Madame Veno turned and glared at her. "You gave us away in spite of your promise. You deserve to see what you will see down there. A dead man—killed by your husband. You'll save your dear Duke only to have him sent to the chair."
Juliet gave her look for look. "I didn't give you away. I did not dream my cousin was coming here! And I'd know by your face, even if I didn't know Claremanagh, that he has killed no man. If there's a dead man where my husband is, someone else committed the murder."
"Hear, hear! your Grice!" shouted Nickson, before he could remember to be respectful.
Suddenly Juliet heard herself laughing. Then she began to sob: "Oh, Pat—Pat! Nick, take me to him!"
Nickson flung Piggott across the room, and grabbed Madame Veno by the arm.
The next thing the Duchess knew, the door had shut behind them. Jack was left alone with the two men. But Juliet had forgotten Jack.