“Was this the only occasion you had met?”
“It was.”
“He spoke to you casually in the street, I suppose?”
“No, we met by appointment at Victoria Station,” she answered quite frankly.
“By appointment! Then you knew him!”
“No, our meeting was arranged by a third person. It was by no means of an amatory character, I assure you.”
“What was its object?” I asked.
Slowly she shook her head. “I cannot tell you without relating to you facts which I dare not yet divulge.”
“Ah! as I thought,” I cried in anger. “You refuse always to explain. As each week passes the mystery surrounding you increases.”
“Unfortunately I cannot prevent it,” she answered in a low, earnest tone. “Before we married I told you plainly that I intended to seek the truth of the conspiracy against Dudley’s life, and you did not object.”