the
other details. You will see that I have no kind of selfish object in
view--in fact, that I am quite justified in what looks like vulgar
plotting."

Glazzard threw out the words with a careless condescension, keeping his
eyes on the landscape.

"I'll take back the portrait, if you please."

He restored it to his pocket, and watched Northway's features, which
were expressive of mental debate.

"At present," he went on, "I can do no more than give you an idea of
what has been going on. Your wife has not been rash enough to marry a
second time; but she is supposed to be married to a man of wealth and
position--is living publicly as his wife. They have deceived every one
who knows them."

"Except you, it seems," remarked Northway, with a gleam from between
his eyelids.

"Except me--but that doesn't concern you. Now, you see that your wife
has done nothing illegal; you can doubtless divorce her, but have no
other legal remedy. I mention this because it might occur to you
that--you will excuse me--that the situation is a profitable one. It is
nothing of the kind. On the threat of exposure they would simply leave
England at once. Nothing could induce them to part--be quite sure of
that. The man, as I said, has a high position, and you might be tempted
to suppose that--to speak coarsely--he would pay blackmail. Don't think
it for a moment. He is far too wise to persevere in what would be a
lost game; they would at once go abroad. It is only on the stage that
men consent to pay for the keeping of a secret which is quite certain
not to be kept."

Northway had followed with eager attention, pinching his long throat
and drawing in his cheeks.

"Well, what do you want me to do?" he asked.

"To remain here in Bristol for a week or so longer. I will then
telegraph to you, and tell you where to meet me."

"Is it far from here?"

"A couple of hours' journey, or so. If you will allow me, I will pay
your fare at once."

He took out a sovereign, which Northway, after a moment's hesitation,
accepted.

"Do you take any interest in the elections?" Glazzard asked.

"Not much," replied the other, reassuming his intellectual air. "One
party is as worthless as the other from my point of view."

"I'm glad to hear that--you'll understand why when we meet again. And,
indeed, I quite agree with you."

"Politics are no use nowadays," pursued Northway. "The questions of the
time are social. We want a party that is neither Lib