"It was horribly melodramatic, wasn't it? but I suppose the life of a detective is full of melodrama." "Oh, brimming over," he said. "If you keep very quiet I will give you a resume of my most interesting cases," he said, making a pathetic attempt to be flippant, and the girl detected something of his insincerity. "You have had a trying day," she said, with quick sympathy, "have you arrested Doctor van Heerden?" He shook his head. "I am glad," she said. "Glad?" She nodded. "Before he is arrested," she spoke with some hesitation, "I want one little matter cleared up. I asked Mr. Kitson, but he put me off and said you would tell me everything." "What is it?" he asked steadily. She got up and went to her bag which stood upon a side-table, opened it and took out something which she laid on the palm of her hand. She came back with hand extended, and Beale looked at the glittering object on her palm and was speechless. "Do you see that?" she asked. He nodded, having no words for the moment, for "that" was a thin gold ring. "It is a wedding ring," she said, "and I found it on my finger when I recovered." "Oh!" said Beale blankly. "Was I married?" she asked. He made two or three ineffectual attempts to speak and ended by nodding. "I feared so," she said quietly, "you see I recollect nothing of what happened. The last thing I remembered was Doctor van Heerden sitting beside me and putting something into my arm. It hurt a little, but not very much, and I remember I spoke to him. I think it was about you," a little colour came to her face, "or perhaps he was speaking about you, I am not sure," she said hurriedly; "I know that you came into it somehow, and that is all I can recall." "Nothing else?" he asked dismally. "Nothing," she said. "Try, try, try to remember," he urged her. He realized he was being a pitiable coward and that he wanted to shift the responsibility for the revelation upon her. She smiled, and shook her head. "I am sorry but I can't remember anything. Now you are going to tell me." He discovered that he was sitting on the edge of the chair and that he was more nervous than he had ever been in his life. "So I am going to tell you," he said, in a hollow voice, "of course I'll tell you. It is rather difficult, you understand." She looked at him kindly. "I know it must be difficult for a man like you to speak of your own achievements. But for once you are going to be immodest," she laughed. "Well, you see," he began, "I knew van Heerden wanted to marry you. I knew that all along. I guessed he wanted to marry you for your money, because in the circumstances there was nothing else he could want to marry you for," he added. "I mean," he corrected himself hastily, "that money was the most attractive thing to him." "This doesn't sound very flattering," she smiled. "I know I am being crude, but you will forgive me when you learn what I have to say," he said huskily. "Van Heerden wanted to marry you----"