"You must make the best of it. Say, off-handedly, you don't know where she is--either with relations or in Italy. Anything will do, and it will create a false impression." "I am sick of false impressions. I cannot do it." "You must." The stronger will prevailed, and they entered the doors of the Imperial, where, of course, Dyke was hailed at once by a dozen men. "Hallo, Charlie! Been seedy?" "Good gracious, Dyke! have you had influenza? I've missed you for months, now I come to think of it." "I haven't seen your wife for quite a time. How is she?" In the multitude of questions there was safety. Sir Charles answered vaguely, and a chance arrival created a diversion by announcing that the favorite had broken down in his preparation for the Grand National. Later in the afternoon, the two found themselves ensconced in a quiet corner of the smoking-room. Bruce seized the opportunity. "You told me," he said, "that Mensmore and you were at school together?" "Did I?" said the baronet. "Yes; don't you remember?" "I get mixed up in thinking about things. But it is all right. We were." "Whereabouts?" "Oh, a private establishment kept by an old chap called Septimus Childe,--Lucky Number was our nickname for him." Bruce betrayed no surprise at this startlingly simple statement. He said casually: "I mean where was the school situated?" "At Brighton in my time. But afterwards he shifted to some place near London--something to do with examinations, I fancy." "But don't you know where?" "How should I? I was at Sandhurst then. I believe the old boy is dead. Why do you ask?" "Oh, it has something to do with the inquiry. I won't trouble you now with the details." "Go on, I can stand it." "But where is the good in paining you needlessly?" "That stage has passed, old chap. My wife's memory has almost become a dream to me." "Well, it is an extraordinary thing, but that place where--that house at Putney, you know, must have been the new school of the Rev. Septimus Childe." "How did you learn that?" "I have known it for months, ever since the inquest." "And you did not tell me?" "True, but at the time it seemed of no consequence. Now that Mensmore turns out to be a pupil of his, and probably passed the remainder of his early school days at that very establishment, the incident assumes a degree of importance." Sir Charles looked earnestly at his friend as he put his next question: "Tell me, Claude, do you seriously believe that Mensmore had anything to do with my wife's death?" "I cannot honestly give you a satisfactory answer." "But what do you think?" "If you press me I will try to put my opinion into words. Mensmore was in some mysterious way associated with the crime; but the degree of association, and whether conscious or unconscious, I do not know." "What do you mean by 'conscious or unconscious'?"