"Yes. They will be back in a few months, and then they will take a place down the country also."
"I suppose they couldn't stand the villa, after the tragedy?"
"Who could? Since they left it no one has taken it, and the landlord intends to pull it down to exorcise the ghost. How is your mother, Gerty dear?"
"Oh, she's happier than ever she has been. She seems to have grown younger since she shot the burglar."
And then the two brides went on to talk of other things. Meantime, Luther Tracey drew aside Calvert into a corner. "Say," was his remark, "I haven't seen you for a time since I've been away on my honeymoon. What of the professor?"
"Oh, he has gone back to Greece, quite recovered from his wound. I allow him an income sufficient to keep him alive."
"He shouldn't have had anything. You're too good."
"He did act badly; but, after all, I don't think the poor creature is quite sane. He is married also--yes--Mrs. Fane's maid, Emily Doon."
"Hum!" said the American. "I guess he was sane enough to get a handsome bride, though. I never trusted that girl. She had something to do with the case."
"Don't talk of the case," said Arnold, shuddering. "When I think how near we all were getting into the most terrible trouble through that scoundrel----No, he's dead, let us not call him names. His evil is buried with him. But one thing, Tracey. Did Mrs. Baldwin really know it was her husband she killed? I know she recognised him afterwards; but when she fired did she know?"