Chester shivered now, and his brain grew hot, as he saw clearly enough all that remained. The cups had been prepared, two of them containing a drug, and Paddy had taken care that they should go to those for whom they were intended. It was all plain enough. Paddy was working in his brother's interest, and he was the big friend who had taken him first to the Circus, and then placed him in another cab, with instructions to the man. "Well," muttered Chester, "I see my way now, and I am not going to sit down calmly over the matter. I must--I will see her again." Then he trembled, and the hot burning sensation came once more. But it passed off, and he felt that he must be calm and wait till he had another long sleep, when he hoped to be quite restored. He lay trying now to forget all that had passed, so as to rest for a while; but sleep would not come, and he could do nothing but dwell upon his adventures at that mysterious house. It was so strange. The servants had evidently been sent away, so that they might know nothing of what threatened for long enough to prove a murder. He wanted to know of none other cause for the quarrel. His patient must have been shot down while defending his sister from some insult offered by the clever, overbearing, unprincipled scoundrel who seemed to lord it over all. And as Chester lay thinking, an intense desire came over him to learn more of the family who had literally imprisoned him, and kept him there all those days. When there, it had seemed for the most part like some romantic dream; and as he lay now at home thinking, the vague intangibility of those nights and days appeared to him more fanciful and strange than ever; so much so, that there were moments when he was ready to ask himself whether, after all, it was not the result of imagination. He recalled all the actors in the little social drama--the men whom he had seen on the first night, and who dropped out of sight afterwards; the two ladies--the wives of the brothers--both quiet, startled-looking women, of the type that would be seen exhibiting the latest fashions at some race, at Lord's, or at a meeting of the Four-in-Hand Club, and evidently slaves of their husbands--and he recalled now how the wife of the elder brother seemed to hold her lord in dread. "There's something more about that place than one knows," Chester thought to himself as he turned from side to side, "and I cannot--I will not, sit down and patiently bear such treatment. To-morrow I'll go and demand an explanation. I have a good excuse," he said half aloud and with a bitter laugh; "there is my promised fee, and--Pish!" he exclaimed savagely. "If I am to prove a scoundrel, I will be an honest one. I will ferret out who and what they are. I behaved like a child in not having some explanation earlier--in yielding passively as I did without reason--no, not without reason. I could not help it. Heaven help me! I will--I must see her again. It is fate!"