Then let us say at ten o'clock to-morrow night--here in
this room; you, I, your brother, Mr. Narkom--all concerned!" said
Cleek. "At ten to the tick, remember. Now come along, Mr. Narkom,
and let me be about weaving the snare that shall pull this Mr.
Barrington-Edwards to the scaffold." Speaking, he bowed to Miss
Valmond, and taking Mr. Narkom's arm, passed out and went down the
stairs to prepare for the last great act of tragedy.

CHAPTER IV

At ten to the tick on the following night, he had said, and at ten
to the tick he was there--the old red limousine whirling him up to
the door in company with Mr. Narkom, there to be admitted by Miss
Valmond's brother.

"My dear Mr. Headland, I have been on thorns ever since I heard,"
said he. "I hope and pray it is right, this assistance we are giving.
But tell me, please--have you succeeded in your plans? Are you sure
they will not fail?"

"To both questions, yes, Mr. Valmond. We'll have our man to-night.
Now, if you please, where is your sister?"

"Upstairs--in her own room--with my mother. We tried to get the mater
to bed, but she is very fractious to-night and will not let Rose
out of her sight for a single instant. But she will not hamper your
plans, I'm sure. Come quickly, please--this way." Here he led them
on and up until they stood in Miss Valmond's bedroom and in Miss
Valmond's presence again. She was there by the window, her imbecile
mother sitting at her feet with her face in her daughter's lap, that
daughter's solicitous hand gently stroking her tumbled hair, and
no light but that of the moon through the broad window illuminating
the hushed and stately room.

"I keep my word, you see, Miss Valmond," said Cleek, as he entered.
"And in five minutes' time if you watch from that window you all
shall see a thing that will amaze you."

"You have run the wretched man down, then, Mr. Headland?"

"Yes--to the last ditch, to the wall itself," he answered, making
room for her brother to get by him and make a place for himself at
the window. "Oh, it's a pretty little game he's been playing, that
gentleman, and it dates back twenty years ago when he was kicked out
of his regiment in Ceylon."

"In Ceylon! I--er--God bless my soul, was he ever in Ceylon, Mr.
Headland?"

"Yes, Mr. Valmond, he was. It was at a time when there was what
you might call a sapphire fever raging there, and precious stones
were being unearthed in every unheard-of quarter. He got the f