"If it were not for this lady, I might decline to answer your questions," said Trent in the same tone. "She being present, and considering herself under obligations to you, I will inform you that it does not continue at all. It ends with Mr Smith." "Who is dead?" "Who is dead." Surely there was some triumph in his voice. "And therefore beyond the possibility of being called as a witness." "That may be your way of looking at the case. From my view I should say that he was beyond the possibility of being called to account for dishonesty." "Take care, Mr Trent," returned Jack gravely. Oliver glanced swiftly at him, something in his face giving him a thrill of uneasiness. Then he looked at Bice; her eyes were fixed eagerly, inquiringly upon him, the breath came quickly through her parted lips as she leaned forward. The sight of these two, sitting side by side, maddened him. "May I be permitted to ask to what your warning relates?" he said with an attempt at scorn. "Certainly. Do you wish me to enter into particulars now, or would you prefer them to be given in private?" Before Trent said "Now," he rapidly reviewed his chances. If he could have had a hope that Ibbetson would not tell all to Bice, he would have chosen a private interview, but he felt certain that sooner or later she would be informed, and, therefore, determined to meet the charge boldly. Besides, he could see she would not be put off. And after all, was not his word as good any day as that wretched Smith's. He said, "Now," briefly. "Then, to put it in the fewest possible words, I may tell you that, although Smith is dead, I have in my possession such strong and clear evidence of his having paid you the money, that there would not be the smallest difficulty in proving it in a court of law." "Perhaps a receipt," sneered Trent. "No. But a deposition, taken when he knew himself dying, and signed in the presence of the clergyman and another witness." "Your court of law would require a little stronger evidence than this document, however interesting, Mr Ibbetson." He still spoke without flinching. "Oh, they would have it. The chain is very complete. There would be the evidence of the London landlady that she had furnished you with Smith's address and refused it to others by your advice. That of Clive that you denied all knowledge of it. And lastly that of the Broadwater lodging-house keeper that you saw Smith there on such a day. What took you there?"