"The explanation is quite satisfactory," the Coroner said. "If you propose to go any further—" Inspector Townsend shook his head. There was no occasion to rake up any mud. Sir Clement was dead, and the other two men had lost their lives in attempted robbery. But that the trap had been deliberately laid for Manfred, and that Sir Clement was morally guilty of murder, the Inspector did not doubt. Then the proceedings collapsed almost before they had begun, and the usual prosaic verdict was returned. "I’m glad it was so simple," Angela said when everybody had gone. "But how Sir Clement——" "He was going to take the Moth away," Harold hastened to explain, "so that I should not recover possession of it. He thought the steam-cock was out of order, and it wasn’t. That is the bald truth. That plant belongs to me, and I have no doubt that Lady Frobisher will let me take it away. Ask her on the first favourable opportunity. It’s no time to talk of business, but the sooner I can hand that accursed thing over to the Shan, the sooner I shall have those concessions. And now, is there anything I can do for you, sweetheart?" It was late before Harold saw the Shan. He had been reading the morning’s proceedings in the early edition of some evening paper. He welcomed Harold effusively. "Glad to see you," he said. "Upon my word, you are the only honest and straightforward one of the lot. By the way, if you don’t want the Moth——" "I came here to offer it you," Harold said, "but after the way the trick has been exposed——" "Bless you, that will not make any difference in Koordstan. Nobody reads papers there, and the priests will be pretty sure to keep their mouths shut. Besides, I shall have them on my side now that I know the whole game. Now sit down and we’ll settle the business of those concessions." * * * * * It was a month later, and the season was drawing to an end. Lady Frobisher was back in town for a few days, to make arrangements for her trip abroad, and Angela had come along. Harold had been dining there. He was prosperous now, and pretty certain to become a rich man. "When is Lady Frobisher going?" he asked. "Not till August," Angela replied. "That is nearly two months. And in the meantime——" "In the meantime we are going to be married and have a long honeymoon," Harold said. "Then I have to go out to Koordstan for a spell, and Lady Frobisher can come along. It is a lovely country, and it will be a complete change for her. What do you say to that, Angela?" Angela smiled and did not draw herself away as Harold kissed her. She appreciated his kindness and thought for others. "Always unselfish," she murmured. "Harold, it shall be as you say." Harold stooped and kissed Angela again, and then there was silence between them, the blissful silence of a perfect understanding. * * * * * * * *