Great care had been taken to wedge the dead man securely back in the arm-chair, and a cursory glance, in the dim light in which that part of the room was cast, would have given an impression of sleep, not of death. He beckoned to Lord St. Amant. "Come over here," he whispered, "you needn't go any nearer. Do you recognise that as being the body of Godfrey Pavely?" And Lord St. Amant, hastening forward, stared with a mixture of curiosity and horror at the still figure, and answered, "Yes. I--I think there's no doubt about it's being Pavely." "Perhaps you'd better go and tell Mrs. Winslow. Get her away as quick as you can. I must telephone at once for one of our doctors." Lord St. Amant turned without a word, and made his way through the still open door into the queer, rather dark passage. Katty's face was still full of the strain and anguish of suspense, but she knew the truth by now. Had nothing been found, some one would have come rushing out at once to tell her so. Three or four minutes had elapsed since she had heard the sudden hush, the ominous silence, which had fallen over them all, in there. Her lips formed the words: "Then--they've found him?" And Lord St. Amant nodded gravely. "It looks as if that Portuguese chap had told the simple truth." "The moment that I read the letter this morning I _knew_ that it was true," she muttered. Then, "I suppose I'd better go away now? They don't want me here." She began walking towards the lift, and Lord St. Amant, following, felt very sorry for her. "Look here," he said earnestly, "I'm sure you don't wish to go straight back to poor Laura Pavely? Why should you? 'Twould only rack you. I suppose----" He stopped a moment, and she looked up at him questioningly. "Yes, Lord St. Amant--what is it you suppose?" Katty spoke in a cold, hard voice--all her small affectations had fallen away from her. "I suppose," he said, "that Laura knew very little of your friendship with poor Godfrey Pavely?" And she answered, again in that hard, cold voice, "Yes, Laura did know, I think, almost everything there was to know. She didn't care--she didn't mind. Laura has no feeling." As he made no reply to that, she went on, rather breathlessly, and with sudden passion, "You think that I'm unfair--you think that Laura really cares because she looked so shocked and miserable this morning? But that's just what she was--_shocked_, nothing else. What is a piece of terrible, _terrible_ bad luck for me, is good--very good luck for Laura!" There was such concentrated bitterness in her tone that Lord St. Amant felt repelled--repelled as well as sorry. But all he said was: "Would you like to go back to my rooms for an hour or two? They're quite near here." "No, I'd rather face Laura now, at once. After all, I shall have to see her some time. I'm bound to be her nearest neighbour for a while, at any rate." * * * * *