"When these rogues were questioned about me, not a man of them could pretend to have anything against me. They openly confessed that Colonel Boyce had warned them that I must be kept in innocence of the affair lest I should thwart it. For he said that he had brought me into it to show a good face to the Prince as one beyond suspicion of treachery. Nay and moreover—and here's my last word to you, ma'am—he avowed that he chose me because he wanted me out of England where I stood between his own son and a pretty heiress. At which, as I remember, my Lord Middleton chose to be amused."
"Damme, I like that man," says Harry.
"So, ma'am," Mr. Waverton tossed his head. "Here you have it. I am drawn into a murderous, vile, base treason that I may be kept out of the way while Mr. Boyce prosecutes his designs upon you. I give you joy of the loyal fidelity which yielded to him. I leave you to enjoy him with what appetite you may."
He made a majestic bow, he turned and was gone.
Harry and Alison were left staring at each other.
From behind came a small strained voice: "Colonel Boyce—he—he is safe, then?" It was Mrs. Weston.
The two turned with a start, surprised by her existence.
Harry laughed. "Oh aye, he is safe. He would be."
Mrs. Weston rose slowly and then made a rush for the door.
The husband and wife were left alone.