desperately hard up
one day, I know, and I offered him a cheque, but he only shook his
head. 'You can look after Fenella,' he said. 'That's all you've got
to do. One in the family is enough.' The night after, he played
baccarat with Rosario and he won two thousand pounds. Clever
fellow--Sabatini. I wish I wasn't so frightened of him. You know the
sort of feeling he gives me, Chetwode?" Mr. Weatherley continued.
"He always makes me feel that I'm wearing the wrong clothes or doing
the wrong thing. I'm never really at my ease when he's about. But I
like him--I like him very much indeed."

Arnold had turned a little away. He was beginning to feel the strain
of the situation.

"I wish Fenella would come," Mr. Weatherley wandered on. "I don't
seem to be able to get on with my work this morning, since you told
me she was coming down. Queer thing, although I was with her last
evening, you know, Chetwode, I feel, somehow, as though I'd been
away from her for weeks and weeks. I can't remember exactly how
long--there's such a buzzing in my head when I try. What do you do
when you have a buzzing in your head, Chetwode?"

"I generally try and rest in an easy-chair," Arnold replied.

"I'll try that, too," Mr. Weatherley decided, rising to his feet.
"It's a--most extraordinary thing, Chetwode, but my knees are
shaking. Hold me up--catch hold of me, quick!"

Arnold half carried him to the easy-chair. The horn of the
automobile sounded outside.

"Mrs. Weatherley is here, sir," Arnold whispered.

Mr. Weatherley opened his eyes.

"Good!" he murmured. "Let me sit up."

There was a moment's pause. Arnold moved to the door and held it
open. They heard the swish of her skirts as she came through the
outer office, and the heavier footsteps of the doctor who followed.
Mr. Weatherley tried vainly to rise to his feet. He held out his
arms. Fenella hastened towards him.

"Fenella, I couldn't help it," her husband gasped. "I had to kill
him--he told me he was waiting there for you. My hands are quite
clean now. Chetwode told me that he got up and walked away, but
that's all nonsense. I struck him right over the skull."

She fell on her knees by his side.

"You dear, brave man," she murmured. "I believe you saved my life."

He smiled. His face was suddenly childlike. He was filled with an
infinite content.

"I think," he said, "that I should like--to go home now--if this
other gentleman and Chetwode will kindly help me out. You se