sters--blindfold her, and then leave her.
Really I ought to apologize for what I am going to do. Everything is
so very obvious. Still, if it amuses you!"

Pauline sat by herself. The others were all gathered together in the
far corner of the great hall. Saton turned to the bishop.

"This is only a repetition of the sort of thing which you have
doubtless seen," he said. "Have you anything in your pocket which you
are quite sure that Lady Marrabel knows nothing of?"

Silently the bishop produced a small and worn Greek Testament. Saton
opened it at random. Then he turned suddenly toward the figure of the
woman sitting alone in the distance. Some change had taken place in
his manner and in his bearing. Those who watched him closely were at
once aware of it. His teeth seemed to have come together, the lines of
his face to have become tense. He leaned a little forward toward
Pauline.

"I have something in my hands," he said. "I wonder if you can tell me
what it is."

There was no answer. They listened and watched. Pauline never spoke.
Already a smile was parting Rochester's lips.

"I think, Lady Marrabel," Saton said slowly, "that you can tell me, if
you will. I think that you will tell me. I think that you must!"

Something that sounded almost like a half-stifled sob came to them
from across the hall--and then Pauline's voice.

"It is a small book," she said--"a Testament."

"Go on," Saton said.

"A Greek Testament!" Pauline continued. "It is open at--at the sixth
chapter of St. Mark."

Saton passed it round. The Duchess beamed with delight upon everybody.
Saton seemed only modestly surprised at the interest which everyone
displayed.

"We are only doing something now," he said, "which has already been
done, and proved easy. The only trouble is, of course, that Lady
Marrabel being a stranger to me, the effort is a little greater. If
you will be content with one more test of this sort, I will try, if
you like, something different--something, at any rate, which has not
been done in a music-hall."

A gold purse was passed to him, with a small monogram inscribed. Again
Pauline slowly, and even as though against her will, described
correctly the purse and its contents.

Saton brushed away the little murmurs of surprise and delight.

"Come," he said, "this is all nothing. It really--as you will all of
you know in a few years time--can be done by any one of you who
chooses seriously to develop the neglected part