"In those days," went on Katty rather breathlessly, "Godfrey and I fell in love and became engaged. But his people were furious, and as a result--well, he was made to go to Paris for a year, and the whole thing came to an end. Later, after I had divorced my husband, when I was living at Rosedean, it--it----" She stopped, and tears--the first tears she had shed this terrible morning--came into her eyes. "I quite understand--you mean that it all began again?" Lord St. Amant, hardened man of the world though he was, felt moved, really moved by those hurried, whispered confidences, and by the bright tears which were now welling up in his guest's brown eyes. Katty nodded. "He was unhappy with Laura--Laura had never cared for him, and lately she, Laura----" Again she broke off what she was saying, and reddened deeply. "Yes?" said Lord St. Amant interrogatively. He felt suddenly on his guard. Was Mrs. Winslow going to bring in Oliver Tropenell? But her next words at once relieved and excessively surprised him. "You know all about the Beath affair?" And it was his turn to nod gravely. "Well, there was something of the same kind thought of--between Godfrey and myself. If--if Laura could have been brought to consent, then I think I may say, Lord St. Amant, that Godfrey hoped, that I hoped----" Once more she broke off short, only to begin again a moment later: "But I want you to understand--please, _please_ believe me--that neither he nor I was treacherous to Laura. You can't be treacherous to a person who doesn't care, can you? I've only told you all this to show you that I have a right to want to know whether Godfrey is alive or--or dead." And then Lord St. Amant asked a question that rather startled Katty--and put her, in her turn, on her guard. He glanced down at the letter, that extraordinary typewritten letter, which Laura had handed to him. "Have you any reason to suppose that Godfrey Pavely was really associated in business with this mysterious man?" he asked. Looking down into her upturned face he saw a queer little quiver wave across her mouth, that most revealing feature of the face. But she eluded the question. "I did not know much of Godfrey's business interests. He was always very secret about such things." "She certainly knows there is such a man as Fernando Apra!" he said to himself, but aloud he observed kindly: "I presume Mr. Pavely wrote to you during the early days of his stay in London?" Katty hesitated. "Yes," she said at last, "I did have a letter from him. But it was only about some business he was doing for me. I was not at Rosedean, Lord St. Amant. I was away on a visit--on two visits." And then Katty flushed--flushed very deeply. He quickly withdrew his gaze from her now downcast face, and--came to a quite wrong conclusion. "I see," he said lightly, "you were away yourself, and probably moving about?" "Yes--yes, I was," she eagerly agreed.