'There are some people who are born without a moral sense. They are as unable to distinguish between right and wrong as a man who is colour blind, between red and green.' 'Why do you say that?' asked Mrs. Crowley. He did not answer. She went up to him anxiously. 'Mr. Lomas, I can't bear it. You must tell me. Do _you_ think he's guilty?' He passed his hands over his eyes. 'The evidence was damnable.' At that moment George sprang into the room. 'There's Alec. He's just driving along in a cab.' 'Thank God, thank God!' cried Mrs. Crowley. 'If it had lasted longer I should have gone mad.' George went to the door. 'I must tell Miller. He has orders to let no one up.' He leaned over the banisters, as the bell of the front door was rung. 'Miller, Miller, let Mr. MacKenzie in.' 'Very good, sir,' answered the butler. Lucy had heard the cab drive up, and she came into the drawing-room with Lady Kelsey. The elder woman had broken down altogether and was sobbing distractedly. Lucy was very white, but otherwise quite composed. She shook hands with Dick and Mrs. Crowley. 'It was kind of you to come,' she said. 'Oh, my poor Lucy,' said Mrs. Crowley, with a sob in her voice. Lucy smiled bravely. 'It's all over now.' Alec came in, and she walked eagerly towards him. 'Well? I was hoping you'd bring father with you. When is he coming?' She stopped. She gave a gasp as she saw Alec's face. Though her cheeks were pale before, now their pallor was deathly. 'What is the matter?' 'Isn't it all right?' cried George. Lucy put her hand on his arm to quieten him. It seemed that Alec could not find words. There was a horrible silence, but they all knew what he had to tell them. 'I'm afraid you must prepare yourself for a great unhappiness,' he said. 'Where's father?' cried Lucy. 'Where's father? Why didn't you bring him with you?' With the horrible truth dawning upon her, she was losing her self-control. She made an effort. Alec would not speak, and she was obliged to question him. When the words came, her voice was hoarse and low. 'You've not told us what the verdict was.' 'Guilty,' he answered. Then the colour flew back to her cheeks, and her eyes flashed with anger. 'But it's impossible. He was innocent. He swore that he hadn't done it. There must be some horrible mistake.' 'I wish to God there were,' said Alec. 'You don't think he's guilty?' she cried. He did not answer, and for a moment they looked at one another steadily. 'What was the sentence?' she asked. 'The judge was dead against him. He made some very violent remarks as he passed it.' 'Tell me what he said.' 'Why should you wish to torture yourself?' 'I want to know.' 'He seemed to think the fact that your father was a gentleman made the crime more odious, and the way in which he had induced that woman to part with her money made no punishment too severe. He sentenced him to seven years penal servitude.'