almost entirely forgotten what he had done, and it seemed to him a
curious coincidence that Sybil, for whose sake he had gone through
all that terrible anxiety, should have been the first to remind him
of it.

'Of course you can have it, Sybil. I gave it to poor Lady Clem
myself.'

'Oh! thank you, Arthur; and may I have the bonbon too? I had no
notion that Lady Clementina liked sweets. I thought she was far too
intellectual.'

Lord Arthur grew deadly pale, and a horrible idea crossed his mind.

'Bonbon, Sybil? What do you mean?' he said in a slow, hoarse voice.

'There is one in it, that is all. It looks quite old and dusty, and
I have not the slightest intention of eating it. What is the
matter, Arthur? How white you look!'

Lord Arthur rushed across the room, and seized the box. Inside it
was the amber-coloured capsule, with its poison-bubble. Lady
Clementina had died a natural death after all!

The shock of the discovery was almost too much for him. He flung
the capsule into the fire, and sank on the sofa with a cry of
despair.