At this remark Mrs. Scarsdale burst into a flood of tears, and Allingford gave a sigh of relief, and, strolling to the window, was soon lost in admiration of the view. Suddenly a voice said, in the sweetness of its accustomed tones: "Why were you so pleased when I began to cry?" And Mrs. Scarsdale, calm and composed, stood beside him. "Hard storm is a good thing to clear the atmosphere after a thunder-shower," replied the Consul laconically. "I was real mad with you," she admitted. "Great Scott! don't you suppose I knew that?" he cried. They both laughed, and peace was restored. "Do you really think it is poor Harold?" "I suppose he doesn't get called St. Hubart when he's in 'quod'?" "Be sensible and answer my question. Is it my husband or your brother who is on trial at Winchester?" "I don't know," he replied. "What are you going to do about it?" she asked. "Go and see." "When is the next train?" The Consul pulled out his watch. "In twelve and a half minutes," he said. "I've paid the hotel bill. Here, hold on! You turn to the left for the elevator!" But Mrs. Scarsdale was half-way downstairs on her way to the station. An hour later, as the Consul and his fair companion emerged at the station at Winchester, the first person they saw was Carrington. "We've been found at last!" cried the Consul, advancing towards Jack with outstretched hand, exclaiming: "Well, Columbus Carrington, if ever I get lost again, I'll telegraph you first thing." In a minute questions and answers were flying between them. Where had they been? Where had they come from? Why was Carrington here? Why had Scarsdale been arrested? Jack bore up manfully, answering as best he could. "Perhaps you can tell me the whereabouts of my wife and this lady's husband?" said the Consul. "They have been staying here," he replied, "but they have gone." "Gone!" cried Allingford in blank amazement. "Gone! Where? When?" "Why, to Salisbury," replied Jack. "I sent them over there early this morning." "You did, did you?" spluttered the Consul. "What right had you to send them anywhere?" "Why, to join you at Lady Diana's." "Join us!" screamed Allingford. "Why, we left Melton Court at half-past four this morning, and have been on the road ever since trying to join them." "It seems to be a typical example of cross-purposes," replied Carrington. "It's pure cussedness!" said the Consul. "But I thought my husband was--in prison," chimed in Mrs. Scarsdale; "the paper said so." "Merely a case of mistaken identity," Jack hastened to assure her. "I had him set free in no time. And that reminds me: I ran across your brother here last evening, Allingford. It is he who has caused all the trouble. Frankly, I am almost sorry I did not give him over to the police." "I wish you had," replied the Consul; "I wouldn't have bailed him out till my honeymoon was over. Where is he now?"