He twisted round upon his heel, facing Monte Irvin. Angry words
trembled on his tongue. But at sight of the broken man who sat there
alone, haggard, a subtle change of expression crept into his fierce
eyes, and when he spoke again the high-pitched voice was almost
gentle. "You had employed these men, sir, to watch--"

He paused, glancing towards Whiteleaf, who had just entered again, and
then in the direction of the inner room where the divisional surgeon
was at work.

"To watch my wife, Inspector. Thank you, but all the world will know
tomorrow. I might as well get used to it."

Monte Irvin's pallor grew positively alarming. He swayed suddenly and
extended his hands in a significant groping fashion. Kerry sprang
forward and supported him.

"All right, Inspector--all right," muttered Irvin. "Thank you. It has
been a great shock. At first I feared--"

"You thought your wife had been attacked, I understand? Well--it's not
so bad as that, sir. I am going to walk downstairs to the car with
you."

"But there is so much you will want to know--"

"It can keep until tomorrow. I've enough work in this peep-show here
to have me busy all night. Come along. Lean on my arm."

Monte Irvin rose unsteadily. He knew that there was cardiac trouble in