"'IS HE DEAD?' SHE ASKED."
"He is dead," I replied, instantly; "sit down."
I motioned her to a chair—she obeyed me.
"Lock the door," she said; "Lord Hartmore must not—must not know of this—quite yet."
I did what she asked me, and then went and stood with my back to her in one of the windows.
As I did so I felt in my pocket for the letter which Brabazon was to have given me. It was not there. I then remembered that in the excitement of my getting off in time to catch the train we must both have forgotten it.
After a time Lady Hartmore's voice, sounding hollow and low, reached my ears.
"Tell me the particulars," she said.