The scheme had been in fine working order up to the moment when that middle door had suddenly opened! Madame Veno thought bitterly of the mistake they had all made in sending for the Duchess. The thing might surely have been managed in another way! But it was useless to cry over spilt milk--a million dollars' worth of spilt milk! They must be grateful if the Enemy held his tongue, and they kept out of jail. She laughed when the Duchess called aloud, "Pat! Where are you? It's Juliet, who loves you." She was so sure that the cry would be answered by silence, for there was a dead man in one room, an unconscious man in another. But there was no laugh left in her when Claremanagh's voice rang out, clear and sane, "Hullo, my darling! Here I am!" He had been shamming, then! How much had he heard? How much could he tell? _How much did he remember_? Juliet flew in the direction of the beloved voice. It was heaven to hear it after the hell she had suffered! There were two doors opposite each other. She tried the first. Locked! But the key was there. It turned, and she threw the door open only to slam it shut with a stifled gasp--for on the bed was a long shape covered with a sheet. It was the body of Markoff, of whom she had heard so much of late from Jack and Sanders, though till now--when he had ceased to live--she'd hardly believed in his existence. Again Pat called. She realized that he was in the room opposite, and in less than a minute she was with him--in a grey room where a pale Pat lay in a squalid bed. He sat up, a strange, unkempt figure: the immaculate Claremanagh unshaven, his smooth hair rumpled; a torn shirt open at the throat, instead of those smart silk pyjamas in "Futurist" colours which she'd often smiled at and admired! She rushed into his arms. He was strong enough to clasp her tight. "Oh, my Pat, my dearest one!" she sobbed. "I have you again! Say you're not going to die. Say you still love me!" "I adore you. And I'm not going to die. Perhaps I came near it. I don't know. But this is new life. And, Juliet--_I've got back the pearls far you_!" "Oh--the pearls! I'd forgotten them." "I hadn't. You see, it meant a lot to me to prove to you that it wasn't I who walked off with them. Darling, I suppose you wouldn't be here now if you didn't know how I got to this place?" "I know partly. I know you went at night to the _Inner Circle_ office to punish that Beast. And the horrible London man, Piggott--his brother-in-law--struck you from behind----"