the same emotion to think of interrupting. The others preserved a
watchful, unbroken silence.

"Captain Tremayne spent that half-hour at Monsanto in her room. He
was with her when he heard the cry that took him to the window.
Thence he saw the body in the courtyard, and in alarm went down at
once - without considering the consequences to the woman. But
because he has considered them since, he now keeps silent."

"Sir, sir," Captain Tremayne turned in wild appeal to the president,
"this is not true." He conceived at once the terrible mistake that
Miss Armytage had made. She must have seen him climb down from
Lady O'Moy's balcony, and she had come to the only possible,
horrible conclusion. "This lady is mistaken, I am ready to - "

"A moment, sir. You are interrupting," the president rebuked.

And then the voice of O'Moy on the note of terrible triumph sounded
again like a trumpet through the long room.

"Ah, but it is the truth at last. We have it now. Her name! Her
name!" he shouted. "Who was this wanton?"

Miss Armytage's answer was as a bludgeon-stroke to his ferocious
exultation.

"Myself. Captain Tremayne was with me."