Tommy turned to her. "That's the chap. The old beggar fellow. At least they say he is. He never shows. Hafiz does all the show part. The old boy is the brain that works the wires. Everard has immense faith in him." "I know," Stella said. Her voice sounded strangled, and Bernard looked across at her; but she continued to work without looking up. Tommy lingered for a while, expatiating upon Everard's astuteness, and finally went away to dress for mess still in a state of considerable excitement. Stella and Bernard sat in silence after his departure. There seemed to be nothing to say. But when, after a time, he got up to go, she very suddenly raised her eyes. "Bernard!" "My dear!" he said very kindly. She put out a hand to him, almost as if feeling her way in a dark place. "I want to ask you," she said, speaking hurriedly, "whether you know--whether you have ever heard--the things that are being said about--about Everard and this man--Rustam Karin." She spoke with immense effort. It was evident that she was greatly agitated. Bernard stopped beside her, holding her hand firmly in his. "Tell me what they are!" he said gently. She made a hopeless gesture. "Then you do know! Everyone knows. Naturally I am the last. You knew I connected that dreadful man long ago with--with Ralph's death. I had good reason for doing so after--after I had actually seen him on the verandah here that awful night. But--but now it seems--because he and Everard have always been in partnership--because they were both absent at the time of Ralph's death, no one knew where--people are talking and saying--and saying--" She broke off with a sharp, agonized sound. "I can't tell you what they are saying!" she whispered. "It is false!" said Bernard stoutly. "It's a foul lie of the devil's own concocting! How long have you known of this? Who was vile enough to tell you?" "You knew?" she whispered. "I never heard the thing put into words but I had my own suspicions of what was going about," he admitted. "But I never believed it. Nothing on this earth would induce me to believe it. You don't believe it, either, child. You know him better than that." She hid her face from him with a smothered sob. "I thought I did--once." "You did," he asserted staunchly. "You do! Don't tell me otherwise, for I shan't believe you if you do! What kind friend told you? I want to know." "Oh, it was only little Tessa. You mustn't blame her. She was full of indignation, poor child. Her mother taunted her with it. You know--or perhaps you don't know--what Netta Ermsted is." Bernard's face was very grim as he made reply. "I think I can guess. But you are not going to be poisoned by her venom. Why don't you tell Everard, have it out with him? Say you don't believe it, but it hurts you to hear a damnable slander like this and not be able to refute it! You are not afraid of him, Stella? Surely you are not afraid of him!" But Stella only hid her face a little lower, and spoke no word.