"When will you get it?"
"When Calliston returns in his yacht."
"Why, in that case," said Norwood, "you must mean Lady Balscombe?"
"I have not said so."
"No," replied Norwood quickly, "but you say your permission to speak must come from a lady, and the only lady on board the yacht is Lady Balscombe, as she ran away with Lord Calliston. Come, tell me, was it Lady Balscombe you saw on that night?"
"I won't answer you."
All that Norwood could do could not get any other answer from the obstinate young man, so in despair the lawyer left him.
"It's impossible to perform miracles," he muttered to himself as he went back to his office, "and if this young fool won't tell me the whole truth I cannot see what I can do."
On arriving at his office he found a lady waiting to see him, and on glancing carelessly at the card handed to him by his clerk started violently.
"Miss Penfold," he said, "by Jove! she was engaged to Lord Calliston. Now I wonder what she wants?"