"Anything amiss?" Waymark asked, examining his friend by the light of the street-lamp.
Julian only made a sign to him to open the door. They went upstairs together, and Waymark speedily obtained a light. Julian had seated himself on the couch. His face was ghastly.
"What's the matter?" Waymark asked anxiously. "Do you know anything about Ida?"
"She's locked up in the police cells," was the reply. "My wife has accused her of stealing things from our rooms."
Waymark stared at him.
"Casti, what's the matter with you?" he exclaimed, overcome with fear, in spite of his strong self-command. "Are you ill? Do you know what you're saying?"
Julian rose and made an effort to control himself.
"I know what I'm saying, Waymark I've only just heard it. She has come back home from somewhere—only just now—she seems to have been drinking. It happened in the middle of the day, whilst I was at the hospital. She gave her in charge to a policeman in the street, and a brooch was found on her."
"A brooch found on her? Your wife's?"
"Yes. When she came in, she railed at me like a fury, and charged me with the most monstrous things. I can't and won't go back there to-night! I shall go mad if I hear her voice. I will walk about the streets till morning."