"Relate it to Miss Evans also," advised Vane strongly.
"No. I shall only tell her who I am, and give her time to get over that before I tell more. It's dangerous to give her too big a dose at once. Also, when I tell your aunt about my adventure I wish to be guided by her advice. She may suggest my keeping the same a secret from Gwen until the truth becomes known."
"Well, do as you think best, Owain. But how is the truth to become known?"
"I shall wait until I see Madame Alpenny before forming an opinion."
Vane wheeled round. "Do you mean to accuse her of the murder?"
"Not unless she accuses me. It's a case of pull devil, pull baker. Now you'd better out along to your aunt's and make my excuses for not turning up. Meanwhile I shall think over things, and a pleasant night I shall have."
"The way of the transgressor is hard," laughed Vane cheerfully.
"Transgressor be hanged! I'm more sinned against than sinning."
Vane laid a friendly hand on his friend's shoulder. "All right, old man, don't get your hair riz. I'll tell Aunt Emma that your ankle kept you from paying your respects to her, and will request Miss Evans to meet you to-morrow near the Cross. At what time, by the way?"
"Three o'clock in the afternoon. And don't come along in the morning, Jim. I wish to think out matters alone. I shall see you in the afternoon."