Cyril Sheene returned home to his lodgings quite satisfied with the conclusion the case had come to. Entering the sitting room, he found Mr. Palsey still busy writing, though the dinner was ready and fast getting cold. "Still busy?" cried Cyril, pulling off his gloves and sitting down to a tempting looking dinner of juicy well cooked mutton chops, arranged against a mountain of frothy mashed potatoes. "Yes I'm terrificly busy" responded Mr. Palsey tearing up a large sheet of foolscap as he spoke. "Well lets have dinner now" responded Cyril sitting down as he spoke. "Oh all right" replied Mr. Palsey, who was not the least hungry, "where have you been all the morning?" "In court" responded Cyril absently gazing at the mutton chops. "In court man!" cried Mr. Palsey "what do you mean?" "I mean what I say" replied Cyril. "I was in court, acting witness in Mr. Winston's case." "Really?" gasped Mr. Palsey "what is the result?" "The case is withdrawn" replied Cyril feverishly, "they are convinced it is suicide." "Thank goodness" ejaculated Mr. Palsey "then we are well out of the mess." "Yes" answered Cyril and then vouchsafing no more the two men sat down to their dinner. Half way through ***y were interupted by Mrs. Pollard, who came in in a great fluster. "Please sir" she said in a hurry "Miss Winston seems so queer, she has got up and dressed herself and wishes to see you at once." "My stars" screamed Cyril, forgetting in his excitement what a gentleman he was and with that he rushed upstairs to Helen's bedroom. He found Helen standing by the bed, her hands beating wildly against her heart and a hectic spot burning on her cheek. She was completely dressed even to her grey travelling cloak which hung limply on her shoulders. "Cyril," she cried wildly, "I am going home, I can bare this imprisonment no longer." "Helen, my darling cried Cyril astounded by her words. "Yes it is true" cried Helen again. "I shall go home now now--this instant why am I kept in ignorance of my father's death? I know who murdered him in spite of secrecy," she screamed," it was Mr. Palsey, that false villain below," "Helen cried Cyril," "how could it be Mr. Palsey, why I should know it if it was he, dont be absurd dear, get into bed again do you know you are very ill, and to go out would be madness." "I dont care" screamed Helen, her eyes dilating and her cheeks burning. "I shall go home, I tell you it was Mr. Palsey who murdered my father if you dont know it Cyril, I do so there," "Helen" said Cyril firmly "be calm and I will tell you about your poor father's death." "Tell me" cried Helen and she sank exhausted into a chair. "I fear" began Cyril "I greatly fear that your poor dear father commited--had reasons for depriving himself of life." "What!" cried Helen, starting to her feet, "you Cyril Sheene dare to insult me to my face, will you too turn, false, oh how dare you say my father commited suicide."