Then she thought how she should best act. To establish the identity of Mr. Dering and Edmund Gray must be done. It was the one thing necessary. Very well. That could easily be done, and in a simple way. She had only to march into his office at the head of a small band of witnesses and say: 'You wanted us to find out Edmund Gray! I have found him. And thou art the man!' He would deny it. He certainly knew nothing about it. Then she would call upon her witnesses. First, Athelstan's commissionaire, who declared that he should remember, even after eight years or eighty years, the gentleman who sent him to cash that cheque. 'Who is this man, commissionaire?' 'That is Mr. Edmund Gray.' Next the landlord of his chambers. 'Who is this man?' 'That is Mr. Edmund Gray, my tenant for nine years.' Then she would call the eminent Barrister, Mr. Langhorne. 'Do you know this man?' 'He is my neighbour, Mr. Edmund Gray.' And Freddy Carstone the Coach. 'He is my neighbour, Mr. Edmund Gray.' And the laundress, and she would say: 'I have done for the gentleman for nine years. He's a very good gentleman, and generous--and his name is Mr. Edmund Gray.' And the people from the Hall--and they would make answer, with one consent: 'That is Mr. Edmund Gray, our preacher and our teacher.' And she herself would give her testimony: 'I have sat with you in your Chambers. I have heard you lecture in your Hall, surrounded by these good people, and you are Edmund Gray.' The thing was quite easy to do. She could bring forward all this evidence at once, and it would be unanswerable and convincing even to Sir Samuel. Except for one thing which made it difficult. The discovery would be a most dreadful--a most terrible--revelation to one who believed himself to be the most respectable solicitor in the whole of London; the most trustworthy; the clearest in mind; the keenest in vision; the coldest in judgment. He would learn without the least previous suspicion or preparation, or any softening of the blow, that for many years he had been---- What? Is there any other word--any kinder word--any word less terrifying or less humiliating by which the news could be conveyed to him that he had been Mad--Mad--Mad? Heavens! what a word it is! How terrible to look at with its three little letters which mean so much! All the words that mean much are monosyllables: God--Love--Joy--Hate--Fear--Glad--Sad--Mad--Bad--Hell--Home--Wife-- Child--House--Song--Feast--Wine--Kiss--everything--they are the oldest words, you see; they have been used from time immemorial by prehistoric man as well as by ourselves.