I took her hand. She gave mine a quick light squeeze. "God bless you, Austin," she said. Then, with a last slight salutation to Fillingford, she walked out of the room--and we heard the hall door shut behind her. Fillingford stood where he was for a moment, then slowly sat down. I went to the table and collected the fragments of Jenny's letter. I made a gesture toward the fire. He nodded. I flung the pieces into the flames. Powers slowly raised his head, leaning on his elbow. "Where am I?" he muttered. "Not where you ought to be," I said. He laid his head down again, grumbling inarticulately. "We want no publicity about this, Mr. Austin," said Fillingford--he spoke quite in his usual reserved and measured way. "I shall be willing to second your efforts in that direction. This man had better be got out of the town quietly--that can probably be managed by using the appropriate means. For the rest, no public announcement having been made, nothing need be said. It will probably be desirable for me to go away for a few weeks--that is, if Miss Driver prefers to remain at Breysgate. Or, if she takes a short holiday, I can remain--just as she wishes." "I think it can all be managed, Lord Fillingford. We must try to have as little gossip as possible--for everybody's sake." "You don't want my help to-night?" "Oh, no. I can get him home. He'll soon be well enough, I hope, to understand that it's his interest to hold his tongue, and I can settle the rest with him to-morrow. If he is inclined to make trouble----" "I think that we can persuade him between us. If you need my help, let me know." "I'm much obliged to you for that." I paused for a moment. "You, I suppose, have no business with him just now?" He looked at me gravely. "I am informed that he has already been paid for his services," he said. "Such services, Mr. Austin, are, as your tone implied, not very pleasant to receive. But the greater fault seems to lie with those whose methods make them necessary." He rose to his feet, saying, "It'll be some time before the carriage gets back. I think I'll start on my way and meet it. You're sure I can be of no use? No? Then good-night, Mr. Austin." "Good-night, Lord Fillingford." "You will communicate with me, if necessary?" "Yes. I don't see why it should be." With these words we had reached the door, and I opened it. At the moment I saw the lamps of his carriage at the gate. "Look, the carriage is back already; it can't have taken her half the way!" He made no reply, and we walked quickly down the path together. "You took Miss Driver home, Thompson?" Fillingford asked the coachman. "No, my lord, not to Breysgate. Miss Driver wished to go to the station. I drove there and set her down. She told me to come back here immediately, my lord." "To the station?" we both exclaimed, startled into an involuntary show of surprise.