glance, and finally accepting the chair that Captain Tremayne made
haste to offer her. She had so much to say to each person present
that it was impossible to know where to begin. It remained for Sir
Terence to give her the lead she needed, and this he did so soon as
he had closed the door again. Planted before it like a sentry, he
looked at her between anger and suspicion.

"How much did you overhear?" he asked her.

"All that you said about Dick," she answered without hesitation.

"Then you stood listening?"

"Of course. I wanted to know what you were saying."

"There are other ways of ascertaining that without stooping to
keyholes," said her husband.

"I didn't stoop," she said, taking him literally. "I could hear
what was said without that - especially what you said, Terence.
You will raise your voice so on the slightest provocation."

"And the provocation in this instance was, of course, of the
slightest. Since you have heard Captain Tremayne's story of course
you'll have no difficulty in confirming it."

"If you still can doubt, O'Moy," said Tremayne, "it must be because
you wish to doubt; because you are afraid to face the truth now that
it has been placed before you. I think, Una, it will spare a deal
of trouble, and save your husband from a great many expressions