autifully
ready for us, and finding servants. I feel I know her quite well,
because she has come in every day to explain about repairs that have had
to be made, and that sort of thing."

"Do you like her?" I asked.

"I think she's tremendously clever," Rosemary said.

I was inclined to think so, too. "It's _she_ who has been trying to
persuade the Murrays not to have Sir Beverley Drake," I told myself.
"She wants the job for her husband."

Happiness had had a wonderful effect upon Murray, even in this short
time. It seemed to have electrified him with a new vitality. He had
walked a few steps without any help, and for the first time in many
weeks felt an appetite for food.

"If I didn't _know_ there was no hope for me, I should almost think
there was some!" he said, laughing. "Of course there isn't any! This is
only a flash in the pan, but I may as well enjoy it while it lasts, and
it makes things a little less tragic for my angel of mercy. I feel that
it might be best to 'let well alone,' as they say, and not disturb
myself with a new treatment. All the American specialists agreed that
nothing on earth could change the course of events, so why fuss, as I'm
more comfortable than I hoped to be? If you don't think it would be rude
to Sir Beverley----"

But there I broke in upon him, and Jim helped me out. We _did_ think it
would be rude. Sir Beverley would be wounded. For our sakes, if for
nothing else, we asked that Sir Beverley should be allowed to make his
call and examination as arranged.

Murray did not protest much when he saw how we took his suggestion; and
Rosemary protested not at all. She simply sat still with a queer,
_fatal_ look on her beautiful face; and suspicions of her began to stir
within me again. Did she not _want_ to give her husband a chance of
life?

The answer to that question, so far as Sir Beverley came into it, was
that she could easily have influenced Murray not to heed us if she had
been determined to do so. But that was just the effect she gave; lack of
determination. It was as if, in the end, she wanted Murray to decide for
himself, without being biassed by her.

"That Gaby Lorraine _is_ in it somehow, all the same," I decided. "She
was able to make Rosemary send us the telegram, and if we hadn't come
over, and argued, she would have got her away."

It seemed rather sinister.

Ralston Murray was charmed with his heritage, and wanted Rosemary to
show us all over the house, whic