About six next morning Monckton beckoned Lucy. She came eagerly to him; he whispered to her, "Can you keep a secret?"
"You know I can," said she.
"Then never let any one know I have spoken."
"No, dear, never. Why?"
"I dread the law more than death;" and he shuddered all over. "Save me from the law."
"Leonard, I will," said she. "Leave that to me."
She wired for Mr. Middleton as soon as possible.
The next day there was no change in the patient. He never spoke to anybody, except a word or two to Lucy, in a whisper, when they were quite alone.
In the afternoon down came Lawyer Middleton. Lucy told him what he knew, but Monckton would not speak, even to him. He had to get hold of Waddy before he understood the whole case.
Waddy was in Monckton's secret, and, indeed, in everybody's. He knew it was folly to deceive your lawyer, so he was frank. Mr. Middleton learned his client's guilt and danger, but also that his enemies had flaws in their armor.