Parson Homo came to the centre of the frail bridge, slipped a Prayer Book from his tail pocket and opened it. "Dearly beloved, we are come together here in the sight of God to join together this Man and this Woman in Holy Matrimony.... "I require and charge you both as ye will answer at the dreadful Day of Judgment when the secret of all hearts shall be disclosed that if either of you know any impediment why ye may not be joined together in Matrimony ye do now confess it." Beale's lips were tight pressed. The girl was looking serenely upward to a white cloud that sailed across the western skies. Homo read quickly, his enunciation beautifully clear, and Beale found himself wondering when last this man had performed so sacred an office. He asked the inevitable question and Beale answered. Homo hesitated, then turned to the girl. "Wilt thou have this man to be thy wedded husband to live together after God's ordinance in the holy estate of Matrimony? Wilt thou obey him and serve him, love, honour and keep him in sickness and in health; and forsaking all others keep thee only unto him, so long as ye both shall live?" The girl did not immediately answer, and the pause was painful to the two men, but for different reasons. Then she suddenly withdrew her gaze from the sky and looked Homo straight in the face. "I will," she said. The next question in the service he dispensed with. He placed their hands together, and together repeating his words, they plighted their troth. Homo leant forward and again joined their hands and a note of unexpected solemnity vibrated in his voice when he spoke. "Those whom God hath joined together let no man put asunder." Beale drew a deep breath then: "Very pretty indeed," said a voice. The detective swung across the window to bring the speaker into a line of fire. "Put down your gun, admirable Mr. Beale." Van Heerden stood in the centre of the room and the bulky figure of Milsom filled the doorway. "Very pretty indeed, and most picturesque," said van Heerden. "I didn't like to interrupt the ceremony. Perhaps you will now come into the house, Mr. Beale, and I will explain a few things to you. You need not trouble about your--wife. She will not be harmed." Beale, revolver still in hand, made his way to the door and was admitted. "You had better come along, Homo," he said, "we may have to bluff this out." Van Heerden was waiting for him in the hall and invited him no farther. "You are perfectly at liberty to take away your wife," said van Heerden; "she will probably explain to you that I have treated her with every consideration. Here she is." Oliva was descending the stairs with slow, deliberate steps.