enough. A little more, and she'd not
be able to face those people downstairs."

"I tell you again, and I don't lie, because Eagle March himself taught
me to speak the truth," I said, "that I've no idea what you're driving
at. I have done nothing, except live. I don't know what's happened. I
want to know."

"You shan't have the satisfaction of hearing anything from me!" Sidney
flung the words at my head. Then he turned on his heel, and opened
Diana's door again without knocking. I think he would have shut it in my
face; but Kitty Main was ready to come out, and must have had her hand
on the knob when it was snatched from her fingers.

"Oh, Major!" she exclaimed. "I was hurrying to call you back. Di thinks
she's strong enough to go down now."

The door remained open, and I saw Di sitting on a sofa just opposite,
with an empty champagne glass in her hand. Her white face and white
figure in her wedding dress stood out like a wonderfully painted
portrait against the fashionable black chintz wall-covering of the
bedroom. Seeing her husband, she stood up and came forward, setting the
wineglass on the table as she passed. "I'm all right now," she said, and
then caught sight of me.

"Oh, cruel!" she reproached me. "Was it _he_ who asked you not to tell,
or was it your own thought?"

"He?" I echoed. "You all talk in riddles. You accuse me of something,
and won't explain what it is."

"You _must_ know!" Di exclaimed. "But I can't talk about it now, or I
shall break down again. Thanks for the champagne, Sid. You were right;
it did me good. Now we'll go."

She brushed past me in the corridor, her head turned away; and as I
stared stupidly after her and Major Vandyke, suddenly my eyes fell on a
small but conspicuous spot of red that marred the lustre of Di's silver
train. It looked like a drop of blood.

When the two had gone, I pounced upon Mrs. Main. "For pity's sake,
explain the mystery!"

"Oh, it was dreadful for a few minutes," she said. "There was nearly the
most _awful_ accident. Of course you came out too late to see. But--you
_do know who was in the church_?--at least, I suppose he must have been
there."

I started as if she had boxed my ears, for without telling, I knew all
she meant. I remembered the odd feeling I had had of some one trying to
call me, as if in a dream; and how I had looked behind me in vain. Tony,
too, had been very strange. He had begun to say something and had
stopped in haste. He had pr