It was a sore trial to him to come back to the old home as a stranger. Everything revived recollections of the misery he had caused, and of the Admiral's death, and at last these became so vivid and painful that he told Picton he could stand it no longer. "I shall go mad if I stay here," he said. "I must get away." "Where will you go?" asked Picton. "To London for a time; it is a safe place--such a vast crowd--and probably I am forgotten at Dartmoor. There is an advantage in being dead, is there not?" he said, smiling grimly. "Perhaps it will be for the best. In London you will see so many sights, your attention will be taken away from the past. I quite understand how you feel about Haverton, but you will grow out of it in time," said Picton. "Never; at least not until my innocence is proved." "You think it will be?" "Yes, it must; I mean to prove it." "How?" "Leave that to me. I have a plan which may prove successful, but it will be risky; everything will depend on the first bold step." "Don't rush into danger," said Picton. "Where's the use? You may fail; you may be recognized; and then, think what would follow." "You fear I might be sent back to prison," he said, smiling. "There is no fear of that. I promise you I will never go back to Dartmoor." "You must have all the money you require, Hector," said his brother. "I shall want money; there is plenty for both." "Ample; it costs a lot to keep up Haverton, but half of what I have is yours." "Too generous, Pic; you always were. I shall not want half, nothing like it. Place a few thousands to my credit in a London bank." "That would not be safe. I will draw ten thousand pounds in notes, and you can use it as you think best," said Picton. "Very well. That is a large sum, but I shall probably require it. The scheme I have in my mind will cost money, a lot of it, but I'd sacrifice all I have to prove my innocence," said Hector. "And I will help you. I want to keep up Haverton, but you shall have the rest. I'll tell you what. Hector, I'm going to back Tearaway to win a fortune in the St. Leger. Already money is going on at forty to one; I may get a thousand on at that price, perhaps more," said Picton. "I'd like to see her have a spin before I leave," said Hector. "And you shall. Blackett has obtained permission from Sir Robert Raines to use his famous Cup horse Tristram in a trial gallop. The horse will be here to-morrow, and we can put them together with one or two more the next morning. Sir Robert is coming over to see it. He takes a great interest in her; he owns her sire King Charles." "Sir Robert coming?" said Hector doubtfully. "He'll never recognize you--no one would, not even----" Picton pulled himself up short. He had spoken unthinkingly and stopped just in time; but Hector was not satisfied. "Not even--whom did you mean?" he asked. "Never mind; it was a slip; I forgot." "Lenise Elroy?" asked Hector calmly. "Yes, I thought of her."