that. It was your own prescription, however; and it merely
occurred to me to inquire whether the actual experience has not
brought you round to my own opinion.'

'Yes, I think it has,' Lawford answered calmly. 'But I don't
quite see what suicide has got to do with it; unless-- You know
Widderstone, then, Sheila?'

'I drove there last Saturday afternoon.'

'For prayer or praise?' Although Lawford had not actually raised
his head, he became conscious rather of the wonderfully adjusted
mass of hair than of the pained dignity in the face that was now
closely regarding him.

'I went,' came the rigidly controlled retort, 'simply to test an
inconceivable story.'

'And returned?'

'Convinced, Arthur, of its inconceivability. But if you would
kindly inform me what precise formula you followed at Widderstone
last night, I would tell you why I think the explanation, or
rather your first account of the matter, is not an explanation of
the facts.'

Lawford shot a rather doglike glance over his toast. 'Danton?' he
said.

'Candidly, Arthur, Mr Danton doubts the whole story. Your very