There was a fluttering sigh of relief from Miss Armytage. Then
silence followed, in which O'Moy stared at Tremayne, emotion after
emotion sweeping across his mobile face.

"Dick Butler?" he said at last, and cried out: "I don't believe a
word of it! Ye're lying, Tremayne."

"You have cause enough to hope so."

The captain was faintly scornful.

"If it were true, Una would not have kept it from me. It was to
me she would have come."

"The trouble with you, O'Moy, is that jealousy seems to have robbed
you of the power of coherent thought, or else you would remember
that you were the last man to whom Una could confide Dick's presence
here. I warned her against doing so. I told her of the promise you
had been compelled to give the secretary, Forjas, and I was even at
pains to justify you to her when she was indignant with you for
that. It would perhaps be better," he concluded, "if you were to
send for Una."

"It's what I intend," said Sir Terence in a voice that made a threat
of the statement. He strode stiffly across the room and pulled open
the door. There was no need to go farther. Lady O'Moy, white and
tearful, was discovered on the threshold. Sir Terence stood aside,
holding the door for her, his face very grim.

She came in slowly, looking from one to another with her troubled