"She knows that you were at Braster at the time," I said. "It was the night of your lecture." Ray began to blow out dense clouds of smoke. "We're safe," he said thoughtfully, "both of us. There's just a link in the chain missing." "The police have been here with a warrant in search of that link," I remarked. "They'll never find it, for it's in my pocket," he remarked grimly. "Colonel Ray," I said, suddenly nerving myself to risk his anger, "there is a question which I must ask you." I saw his lips come firmly together. He neither encouraged nor checked me. "Who was that man?" "You are better ignorant." "Was it my father?" If he did not answer my question, it at least seemed to suggest something to him. "Has that woman been here?" he asked. "Yes." "She believes that it was your father?" "She does." He removed his pipe from his teeth and looked at it thoughtfully. "Ah!" he said. "You have not answered my question," I reminded him. "Nor am I going to," he replied coolly. "You know already as much as is good for you." He rose and threw open the door of my cottage. For several moments he stood bareheaded, looking up towards the house, looking and listening. He glanced at his watch, and walked several times backwards and forwards from the edge of the cliff to my door. Then he came in for his hat and stick. "I am going down to the sea," he said. "If Lady Angela comes, will you call me? I shall not be out of hearing." "You are expecting her?" I asked, looking down at my work. "Yes. It was necessary for me to see her somewhere, so I asked her to come here. Perhaps the Duke has found out and stopped her. Anyhow, call me if she comes." He stepped outside, and I heard him scrambling down the cliff. I set my teeth and turned to my work. It was a hard thing to have my little room, with its store of memories, turned into a meeting-place for these two. I at least would take care to be far enough away. And then I began wondering whether she would come. I was still wondering when I heard her footsteps. She came in unaccustomed garb to me. She wore a grey dress of some soft material, and a large black hat with feathers. Her skirts were gathered up in her hand, and I heard the jingling of harness at the corner of the avenue where her carriage was waiting. I opened the door, and she entered with a soft swish of silk and a gentle rustling. The room seemed instantly full of perfume of Neapolitan violets, a great bunch of which were in her bosom. She looked swiftly around, and I fancied that it was a relief to her to find me alone. "Is Colonel Ray here?" she asked. "He is waiting for you," I answered, "on the sands. I promised to call him directly you came." I moved toward the door, but she checked me with an imperative gesture. "Wait," she said. I came slowly back and stood by my table. She was sitting with her hands clasped together, looking into the fire. She looked very girlish and frail.