ess his putting your father in the asylum."

"No!" said Diana, shaking her head. "Don't do that until you have more
evidence against him."

"I think the evidence of Jorce is strong enough. I suppose you mean the
evidence of Mrs. Clear?"

"Yes; although for her own sake I don't suppose she will speak."

Lucian nodded. "I thought of that also," he said, "and yesterday I went
to St. Bertha Street, Bayswater, to see her. But I found that she had
moved, and no one knew where she was. I expect, having received her
price for the conspiracy, she has left London. However, I put an
advertisement in the papers, saying if she called on me here she would
hear of something to her advantage. It is in the papers this morning."

"I doubt if she will call," said Diana seriously. "What about the
promised revelation of Rhoda?"

"I believe that girl is deceiving me," cried Lucian angrily. "I went
round to Jersey Street, as she asked me, and only saw Mrs. Bensusan, who
said that Rhoda was out and would not be back for some time. Then I had
to wait for you here and tell you all about your father, so the thing
slipped my memory. I have not been near the place since, but I'll go
round there to-night. Whatever is Miss Greeb thinking of?" cried Lucian,
breaking off quickly. "That front door bell has been ringing for at
least five minutes!"

To Diana's amusement, Lucian went and shouted down the stairs to Miss
Greeb, but as no reply came, and the bell was still ringing furiously,
he was obliged to open the door himself. On the step there stood a
little woman in a tailor-made brown frock, a plainly trimmed brown straw
hat with a black gauze velvet-spotted veil. At once Denzil guessed who
she was.

"You are Mrs. Clear?" he said, delighted that she had replied so quickly
to his advertisement, for it had only that morning appeared in the
newspapers.

"Yes, I am," answered the woman, in a quick, sharp voice. "Are you the
L. D. who advertised for me?"

"Yes. Come upstairs. I have much to say to you."

"Diana," said Lucian, on entering the room with his prize, "let me
introduce you to Mrs. Clear."

"Mrs. Clear! Are you the wife of the man who was murdered in the house
opposite?"

Mrs. Clear uttered a cry of astonishment, and turned as if to retreat.
But Denzil was between her and the door, so she saw that there was
nothing for it but to outface the situation. As though she found it
difficult to breathe, she threw up her veil, and Diana b