_, too.
You see if I had made my little discovery public, Beatrice would have
known that death had freed her and her father from certain very
unpleasant consequences that you and I wot of, and would have refused to
meet me at the altar. So I locked the door and discreetly said nothing,
my good Sartoris."

The little man in the invalid chair rolled about horribly and silently.

"Good boy," he said. "You are a credit to your parents and the country
you belong to. What next?"

"Why, the wedding, of course. Lord Rashborough, as head of the family,
was giving Beatrice away. Sir Charles did not turn up, but nobody
wondered, as he had never been known to attend to an appointment in his
life. And so we were married."

Once more the little man shook with unholy mirth.

"And the girl knows nothing about it?" he asked. "I suppose you'll tell
her some day when she is not quite so loving as she might be? Ho, ho; it
is a joke after my own heart."

Richford laughed in his turn, then his face grew dark. He proceeded to
tell the rest of the story. The little man in the chair became quieter
and quieter, his face more like parchment than ever. His eyes blazed
with a curious electric fire.

"So you have lost your wife before you have found her?" he asked. "You
fool! you double-dyed fool! If that girl chooses to tell her story,
suspicion falls on you. And if anybody makes a fuss and demands an
inquest or anything of that kind----"

"They are going to hold an inquest, anyway," Richford said sulkily. "Dr.
Andrews was in favour of it from the first, and the family doctor,
Oswin, has agreed. The police came around and sealed up that suite of
rooms before I left the hotel. But why this fuss?"

"Silence, fool!" came from the chair in a hissing whisper. "Let me have
time to think. That senseless act of folly of yours over the telegram
bids fair to ruin us all. You will say so yourself when you hear all
that I have to tell you. Oh, you idiot!"

"Why?" Richford protested. "How did I know Sir Charles was going to die?
And if his death took place in a perfectly natural manner and there was
no foul play----"

"Oh, _if_ it did. Perhaps it was wrong on my part not to take you more
fully into my confidence. But there is one thing certain. Listen to me,
Richford. Whatever happens between now and this time to-morrow _there
must be no inquest on the body of Sir Charles Darryll_!"

The words came with a fierce hissing indrawing of the speaker's