"I know that," said Lucian. "It was Mrs. Clear's shadow I saw on the blind. She was fighting with her husband, and when I rang the bell they were both so alarmed that they left the house by the back way and got into Jersey Street. Then Mrs. Clear went home, and the man himself came round into the Square by the front way. That was how I met him. I wondered how people were in the house during his absence. Mrs. Clear told me all."
"Did she say why her husband made you examine the house?" asked Diana.
"No. But I expect he made me do so that I should not have my suspicions about that back entrance. But, Mrs. Vrain, when Ferruci confessed that your husband was alive, why did you not tell it to the world?"
"Well, I'd got the assurance money, you see," said Lydia, with shrewd candour, "and I thought the company would make a fuss and take it back—as I suppose they will now. Ferruci wanted me to marry him, but I wasn't so bad as that. I did not want to commit bigamy. But I really held my tongue because Ferruci told me who killed Clear."
"He knew, then?" cried Lucian, "and denied it to me! Who killed the man?"
"Wrent did—the man who lived in Jersey Street."
"And who is at the bottom of the whole plot!" said Lucian furiously. "Do you know where he is to be found?"
"Yes," said Lydia boldly, "I do; but I'm not going to tell where he is!"
"Why not?"
"Because I don't want him punished."