mpany recovered the
remaining two thousand pounds.

Every firm of solicitors contains its own secrets and keeps them.
Therefore, we need not inquire whether it was intended that this money
should be paid by the firm or by the noble family to which Lord Harry
Norland belonged. It is, however, certain that a few days afterwards
Mr. Hugh Mountjoy called at the office and had a long conversation with
the senior partner, and that he left behind him a very big cheque.

The subject has never been brought before the Directors again. It was,
indeed, privately discussed, and that frequently. Perhaps the story was
whispered about outside the Board-room. These things do get about.
There has been, however, a feeling that the thing, which would have
been perfectly successful but for the conscience of a woman concerned,
might be repeated with less tender consciences, and so the Companies be
defrauded. Now the wickedness of the world is already so great that it
needs no more teaching to make it worse. On the whole, the less said
the better.

Besides, the tragic event which happened a day or two later effectively
prevented any further step. That in itself was sufficient to wipe out
the whole business.

CHAPTER LXIII

A REFUGE

IT was all over. Iris had sent in her money. She was in a small lodging
found for her by Fanny Mere, who called her cousin. She stayed indoors
all day long, afraid of stirring abroad; afraid to read the papers;
afraid that her husband was arrested on the charge of conspiracy and
fraud; afraid that some kind of hue and cry might be out after her.

Therefore, when she heard a manly step on the stair, she started and
turned pale, expecting nothing short of an armed messenger of the law.
She never was in this danger for a single minute, but conscience made a
coward of her.

The step was that of Hugh Mountjoy.

"I found you out," he said, "by means of Fanny. The girl knew that she
was safe in letting me know your secret. Why are you in concealment?"

"You cannot know all, or you would not ask me that."

"I do know all; and again I ask, why are you in concealment?"

"Because--Oh, Hugh--spare me!"

"I know all, which is the reason why I cannot choose but come to see
you. Come out of this poor place; resume your own name. There is no
reason why you should not. You were not present at Passy when this
conspiracy was hatched; you got there after the funeral. You,
naturally, went to see the family solicit