"Go on!" replied Desmond listlessly.
"You said that on the return of Calliston's yacht you would be released from the promise you made to the lady whom you saw on that night."
"Yes," answered Myles uneasily, "I did, but I don't think the yacht will return for a long time."
"You are wrong--the Seamew is at Brighton now."
"And Calliston?" gasped Desmond, a greyish pallor overspreading his face.
"Calliston is in London--and Lena Sarschine."
"Lena Sarschine?" mutters Myles, with a quick indrawn breath.
"Yes. We know now that Lady Balscombe was the woman who left the rooms in anger, and was murdered in Jermyn Street."
"True! True!" murmured Desmond. "It's quite true!"
"You knew Lady Balscombe was murdered, and not Lena Sarschine?" asked May with a cry.