She pointed to the envelope still resting upon the mantelpiece. He recognized the handwriting, and turned a shade paler. Her eyes noted it mercilessly. "But your sister," he said. "What has she told you?" "Everything." He was a little bewildered. "But," he said, "you do not blame me altogether?" She rose to her feet. "I am tired," she said, "and I want to rest. But if you do not leave this room I must." He took up his hat. "Very well," he said. "You are unjust and quixotic, Anna, you have no right to treat any one as you are treating me. And yet--I love you. When you send for me I shall come back. I do not believe that you will marry David Courtlaw. I do not think that you will dare to marry anybody else." He left the room, and she stood motionless, with flaming cheeks, listening to his retreating footsteps. When she was quite sure that he was gone she took her sister's note from the mantelpiece and slowly broke the seal. "DEAREST A---- "I lied to you. Nigel Ennison was my very good friend, but there is not the slightest reason for your not marrying him, if you wish to do so. "My husband knows all. We leave England to-night. "Ever yours, "ANNABEL. Anna moved softly to the window, and threw up the sash. Ennison had disappeared. _Chapter XXIX_ MONTAGUE HILL PLAYS THE GAME The man opened his eyes and looked curiously about him. "Where am I?" he muttered. Courtlaw, who was sitting by the bedside, bent over him. "You are in a private room of St. Felix Hospital," he said. "Hospital? What for? What's the matter with me?" Courtlaw's voice sank to a whisper. A nurse was at the other end of the room. "There was an accident with a pistol in Miss Pellissier's room," he said. The light of memory flashed in the man's face. His brows drew a little nearer together. "Accident! She shot me," he muttered. "I had found her at last, and she shot me. Listen, you. Am I going to die?" "I am afraid that you are in a dangerous state," Courtlaw answered gravely. "The nurse will fetch the doctor directly. I wanted to speak to you first." "Who are you?" "I am a friend of Miss Pellissier's," Courtlaw answered. "Which one?" "The Miss Pellissier in whose rooms you were, and who sings at the 'Unusual,'" Courtlaw answered. "The Miss Pellissier who was at White's with us." The man nodded. "I remember you now," he said. "So it seems that I was wrong. Annabel was in hiding all the time." "Annabel Pellissier is married," Courtlaw said quietly. "She's my wife," the man muttered. "It is possible," Courtlaw said, "that you too were deceived. Where were you married?" "At the English Embassy in Paris. You will find the certificate in my pocket." "And who made the arrangements for you, and sent you there?" Courtlaw asked. "Hainault, Celeste's friend. He did everything."