"The scandal round the late Arthur's name broke him up, I think." "It seems Arthur de Mountford had married a negress." "No! no! Philip did not look like a half-caste. I saw him once or twice. He was dark but nice looking." "Still, there was some scandal about the marriage!" "Nothing to what this scandal will be!" "What scandal?" "Seek whom the crime benefits, you know." "Then you think?--You really think Luke de Mountford did it?" "I thought so the moment I heard the story." "I've always thought that Luke de Mountford a queer sort of fellow." "And he took his cousin's advent very badly." "Well one can't wonder at that exactly--to lose a future peerage all of a sudden--and he has no private fortune either----" "Poor beggar." "I heard there were awful rows between the cousins until Lord Radclyffe himself turned Luke and the others out of the house." "And now Philip de Mountford has been murdered." "And the police will seek him whom the crime benefits." "It certainly looks very suspicious." "A real _cause célèbre_! Won't it be exciting." "Something to read about in one's morning papers." "I shall try and get reserved seats for the trial. I hate a crush, don't you?" "Will they hang him, do you think?" "If he is found guilty--English justice is no respecter of persons." "How awful." And tittle-tattle, senseless talk, inane remarks, were wafted on the grimy wings of the fog. They penetrated everywhere, in the lobbies of the theatres, the boudoir of madame and the smoking room of my lord. They penetrated to the magnificent reception rooms of the Danish Legation, and Louisa heard the remarks even before she knew the full details of the story. Louisa had a well-trained contralto voice, and had been asked to sing, in the course of the evening. Just as she stood in an outer room selecting her music, she heard a group of idlers--men and women--talking over the mysterious murder in the taxicab. They had at first been unconscious of her presence. She had her back toward them, turning over the leaves of of her song. Suddenly there was a hush in the conversation; one of the chatterboxes must have pointed her out to the others. Whereupon Louisa, serene and smiling, a roll of music in her hand, joined the merry group. "Please," she said, "don't stop. I have heard nothing yet. And of course I want to know." One of the men laughed inanely and the ladies murmured silly nothings. "Oh!" said some one, "it mayn't be true. Such lots of wild rumours get about." "What," asked Louisa placidly, "mayn't be true? Some one said just now that Philip de Mountford has been murdered." "Well," murmured one of the ladies, "they say it was Mr. de Mountford; but they can't be sure, can they?"