nts; and I want to hear how it happened.'

'You shall hear how it happened,' Henry answered; 'and more than that.
You are now the head of the family, Stephen; and I feel bound, in the
position which oppresses me, to leave you to decide what ought to be
done.'

With those introductory words, he told his brother how the Countess's
play had come into his hands. 'Read the first few pages,' he said. 'I
am anxious to know whether the same impression is produced on both of
us.'

Before Lord Montbarry had got half-way through the First Act, he
stopped, and looked at his brother. 'What does she mean by boasting of
this as her own invention?' he asked. 'Was she too crazy to remember
that these things really happened?'

This was enough for Henry: the same impression had been produced on
both of them. 'You will do as you please,' he said. 'But if you will
be guided by me, spare yourself the reading of those pages to come,
which describe our brother's terrible expiation of his heartless
marriage.'

'Have you read it all, Henry?'

'Not all. I shrank from reading some of the latter part of it.
Neither you nor I saw much of our elder brother after we left school;
and, for my part, I felt, and never scrupled to express my feeling,
that he behaved infamously to Agnes. But when I read that unconscious
confession of the murderous conspiracy to which he fell a victim, I
remembered, with something like remorse, that the same mother bore us.
I have felt for him to-night, what I am ashamed to think I never felt
for him before.'

Lord Montbarry took his brother's hand.

'You are a good fellow, Henry,' he said; 'but are you quite sure that
you have not been needlessly distressing yourself? Because some of
this crazy creature's writing accidentally tells what we know to be the
truth, does it follow that all the rest is to be relied on to the end?'

'There is no possible doubt of it,' Henry replied.

'No possible doubt?' his brother repeated. 'I shall go on with my
reading, Henry--and see what justification there may be for that
confident conclusion of yours.'

He read on steadily, until he had reached the end of the Second Act.
Then he looked up.

'Do you really believe that the mutilated remains which you discovered
this morning are the remains of our brother?' he asked. 'And do you
believe it on such evidence as this?'

Henry answered silently by a sign in the affirmative.

Lord Montbarry checked himself--evidently on the poi