est and truest in her womanhood.

"Another man," was the prompt conclusion at which the doctor arrived; and
this conclusion, coupled with the exigency of his own pressing
engagements, brought him without preamble, very promptly to the point.

"Lady Ingleby," he said, "a cruel and heartless wrong has been done you
by a despicable scoundrel, for whom no retribution would be too severe."

"I am perfectly aware of that," replied Lady Ingleby, calmly; "but I fail
to understand, Sir Deryck, why you should consider it necessary to come
down here in order to discuss it."

This most unexpected reply for a moment completely nonplussed the doctor.
But rapid mental adjustment formed an important part of his professional
equipment.

"I fear we are speaking at cross-purposes," he said, gently. "Forgive me,
if I appear to have trespassed upon a subject of which I have no
knowledge whatever. I am referring to the telegram received by you
yesterday, which led you to suppose the report of Lord Ingleby's death
was a mistake, and that he might shortly be returning home."

"My husband is alive," said Lady Ingleby. "He has telegraphed to me from
Cairo, and I expect him back very soon."

For answer, Deryck Brand drew from his pocket-book two telegrams.

"I am bound to tell you at once, dear Lady Ingleby," he said, "that you
have been cruelly deceived. The message from Cairo was a heartless fraud,
designed in order to obtain money. Billy Cathcart had reason to suspect
its genuineness, and brought it to me. I cabled at once to Cairo, with
this result."

He laid two telegrams on the table before her.

"The first is a copy of one we sent yesterday to a detective out there.
The second I received three hours ago. No one--not even Billy--has heard
of its arrival. I have brought it immediately to you."

Lady Ingleby slowly lifted the paper containing the first message. She
read it in silence.

Watch Cook's bank and arrest man personating Lord Ingleby who will
call for draft of money. Cable particulars promptly.

The doctor observed her closely as she laid down the first message
without comment, and took up the second.

Former valet of Lord Ingleby's arrested. Confesses to despatch of
fraudulent telegram. Cable instructions.

Lady Ingleby folded both papers and laid them on the table beside her.
The calm impassivity of the white face had undergone no change.

"It must have been Walker," she said. "Michael always considered hi