They glanced at one another and turned to their coats. In unbroken silence they put them on, took their hats, and held out their hands to Peggy. She began to laugh; there were tears in her eyes. 'You may say good-night,' she told them. 'Good-night, Peggy.' 'Good-night, Peggy.' 'Good-night--and I should like to kiss you both,' said Peggy Ryle. 'You're not to say anybody came, you know.' They nodded, and went into the passage. 'I shall come and see you soon,' Peggy told Tommy Trent, as she shut the baize door behind them. Then she turned into Elfreda's room. 'Come and have some supper now,' she said. Trix Trevalla caught her by the hands and kissed her. 'You look so pretty and so happy, dear,' she sighed; 'and I'm such a guy!' The term hardly described her pale strained face, feverishly bright eyes, and the tangle of brown hair which hung in disorderly masses round her brow. She had thrown off her wet jacket and skirt, and put on a tea-gown of Elfreda Flood's; her feet were in the same lady's second-best slippers. Peggy led her into the sitting-room and made her eat. 'I didn't tell them who you were. And anyhow they wouldn't say anything,' she assured the wanderer. 'Well, who am I?' asked Trix. 'I hardly know. I know who I was before dinner, but who am I now?' 'Tell me about it.' 'I can't. I ran away. I think I knocked Lord Barmouth down. Then I ran to the station--I knew there was a train. Just by chance I put on the skirt that had my purse in it, or---- No, I'd never have gone back. And I got to London. I went to my flat. At the door I remembered it was let. Then--then, Peggy, I went to Danes Inn.' She looked up at Peggy with a puzzled glance, as though asking why she had gone to Danes Inn. 'But he was out--at least there was no answer--and the porter had followed me and was waiting at the foot of the stairs. So I came down. I told him I was Airey Newton's sister, but he didn't believe me.' She broke into a weak laugh. 'So I came here, and waited till you came. But those men were here, so I waited till--till I couldn't wait any longer.' She lay back exhausted in her chair. 'May I stay to-night?' she asked. 'It's so lucky Elfreda's away. There's a whole room for you!' said Peggy. She got a low chair and sat down by Trix. But Trix sprang suddenly to her feet in a new spasm of nervous excitement that made her weariness forgotten. Peggy watched her, a little afraid, half-sorry that she had not bidden Tommy Trent to wait outside the baize door. 'Oh, that time at Barslett!' cried Trix Trevalla, flinging out her hands. 'The torture of it! And I told them all lies, nothing but lies! They were turning me into one great lie. I told lies to the man I was going to marry--this very night I told him a lie. And I didn't dare to confess. So I ran away. I ran for my life--literally for my life, I think.' This sort of thing was quite new to Peggy, as new to her as to the Barmouths, though in a different way.