rooms, Katrine kissing
Lydia's cheek, and then, as soon as she was alone, her countenance
changed, and she sat gazing with glowing eyes, that seemed full of some
purpose upon which she was bent.

At the same time Lydia Lawrence sat with her face buried in her hands,
weeping silently and wishing that she were back in her country home.

Very little more was said below, for Mr Girtle had an engagement in the
City, and left the young men together.

"You won't have a detective set to work?"

"No."

"Well, do as you like. I'm off for a run, to get rid of this gloom.
Back to dinner."

"Thank goodness!" said Artis, breathing more freely, and five minutes
after he was slowly crossing the square, wondering who the man was who
had just gone up to the door he had left.

"I've seen his face before," he muttered. "Why, of course, the young
doctor. What does he want?"

Capel was thinking of the fortune that had slipped through his fingers.
Depressed, and yet at times overjoyed, for Katrine's glance had been
full of hope. But he must trace the money that had been taken, and the
gems--how lovely they would look on Katrine's neck!

He sighed as he pictured her thus adorned, and he was sinking into a day
dream, when the door opened softly, and Preenham entered with the
doctor's card.

"Doctor Heston? Show him up."

Capel motioned his visitor to a chair, when the keen-looking young
doctor, who was watching him narrowly, said:

"I dare say you are surprised to see me here."

"Oh, no. A call?"

"I only make professional calls, Mr Capel, I have come to you on an
important matter."

"Indeed!" exclaimed Capel.

"Yes. Respecting the death of one of those two men--the Indian, sir.
I'm afraid there was some foul play there."

"Foul play? Why, he was killed with a life-preserver."

The doctor tapped with his fingers on his hat, as if he was beating a
funeral march. Then, quickly:

"No, sir; the more I study this case, the more I feel convinced that he
was not."

CHAPTER FOURTEEN.

A CLEVER DIPLOMATIST.

"Doctor Heston, you surprise me. There was the inquest."

"Yes, where my opinion, sir, was overruled by the coroner and my
colleague, both elderly medical men, sir, while I am young and
comparatively inexperienced. You are disposed to think that this is a
case of professional jealousy."

"I will be frank with you. I did think so."

"Exactly, but pray disabuse your mind. I am not jealous. I am angr