"Yes. I'll go and put on my things at once," said Kaituna, whose face now looked much brighter than before.
"Archie."
"Yes."
"I am afraid you'll be a dreadful tyrant when I marry you."
She laughed, and ran out of the room, whereat Maxwell also laughed out of sympathy; but when the door closed the laugh died away on his lips, and he turned gravely to Mrs. Belswin, who had resumed her seat.
"Well," said that lady, with a half smile, glancing at him; "you look as gloomy as a November day. What are you thinking about?"
"Sir Rupert's death."
Mrs. Belswin half expected this reply; but, notwithstanding, gave a sudden start at the abruptness of his speech.
"You are still determined to find out the cause of his death?" she said, slowly.
"I don't think there is any question on that point," he replied, with emphasis. "He was shot, and I want to find out who shot him."