to Scotland, hurriedly, for the sake
of getting married, not to escape apprehension. I am here, openly,
under my own name. I tell you the facts; 'tis for you to decide; if you
choose, you can arrest me.'

The superintendent conferred for some time in another room with the
sheriff. Then he returned to the study. 'Very well, sir,' he said, in a
respectful tone, 'I arrest you.'

So that was the beginning of our married life. More than ever, I felt
sure I could trust in Harold.

The police decided, after hearing by telegram from London, that we must
go up at once by the night express, which they stopped for the purpose.
They were forced to divide us. I took the sleeping-car; Harold travelled
with two constables in a ordinary carriage. Strange to say,
notwithstanding all this, so great was our relief from the tension of
our flight, that we both slept soundly.

Next morning we arrived in London, Harold guarded. The police had
arranged that the case should come up at Bow Street that afternoon. It
was not an ideal honeymoon, and yet, I was somehow happy.

At King's Cross, they took him away from me. Still, I hardly cried. All
the way up in the train, whenever I was awake, an idea had been haunting
me--a possible clue to this trickery of Lord Southminster's. Petty
details cropped up and fell into their places. I began to unravel it all
now. I had an inkling of a plan to set Harold right again.

The will we had proved----but I must not anticipate.

When we parted, Harold kissed me on the forehead, and murmured rather
sadly, 'Now, I suppose it's all up. Lois, I must go. These rogues have
been too much for us.'

[Illustration: I HAVE FOUND A CLUE.]

'Not a bit of it,' I answered, new hope growing stronger and stronger
within me. 'I see a way out. I have found a clue. I believe, dear
Harold, the right will still be vindicated.'

And red-eyed as I was, I jumped into a hansom, and called to the cabman
to drive at once to Lady Georgina's.

XII

THE ADVENTURE OF THE UNPROFESSIONAL DETECTIVE

'Is Lady Georgina at home?' The discreet man-servant in sober black
clothes eyed me suspiciously. 'No, miss,' he answered. 'That is to
say--no, ma'am. Her ladyship is still at Mr. Marmaduke Ashurst's--the
late Mr. Marmaduke Ashurst, I mean--in Park Lane North. You know the
number, ma'am?'

'Yes, I know it,' I replied, with a gasp; for this was indeed a triumph.
My one fear had been lest Lord Southminster should already have