While Clo kissed her hand, almost timidly, because Justin had kissed it, Justin himself walked on to the other car. "You!" exclaimed Dolores Heron. "So it was you in the limousine that hailed us? Funny I didn't recognize your voice, but the chauffeur's tinkering made such a noise----" O'Reilly was about to ask for Heron when Dolores introduced him to Mr. Hammersley-Fisher. "He's our host at Narragansett, and is taking us over to Roger Sands,'" she said. "Jack's in the car, very bored. I believe he's gone to sleep." "No, he hasn't," Heron's voice answered rather testily, for he secretly disliked Dolores' habit of calling him "Jack." "He's only waiting for a chance to speak!" O'Reilly went to the window of the car, and shook hands with his friends. "It's not possible that you're going to the Sands'?" Heron said. "I should have made the same remark about you a few days ago," retorted O'Reilly. "But--circumstances have altered cases with us both." "My wife is the circumstance that has altered my case," Heron replied, in the tone of a man with a grievance. "So is mine!" returned Justin, in a purposely subdued tone. "Your--what?" "My wife. But let's take a walk. Your friend's auto won't be ready to move for some time, I should judge." The elder man, who had been feeling ill and tired, sprang out of the car with a sudden increase of liveliness. Dolores and Hammersley-Fisher stood with their backs to the two men. Heron's wife turned for a glance, but let them walk away without a question. She was flirting with her host. Dolores was saying to Hammersley-Fisher: "I dislike Mrs. Roger Sands intensely. I wouldn't dream of going to her house if her husband hadn't at one time done quite a service--legally, I mean--to mine. I don't often talk like this about people I'm going to visit. But if I could tell you the things that woman has done you wouldn't blame me." To O'Reilly Heron was repeating, as they walked along: "Your wife, did you say?" "I did say. But before I go on I've a question or so to ask. You got my wire, advising you to be careful, and hinting that some of the old lot had bobbed up along your life line?" "Yes. We were out all the afternoon. I found the wire this evening when we got back to Hammersley-Fisher's place to dress for this show at Roger Sands'. Now will you tell me----" "I'll tell you this, that my opinion of Mrs. Roger Sands has changed. You shall hear why presently. I rather think it will give you pleasure to change yours--when you can conscientiously. As for Sands himself, I've learned that we have both done him an injustice in regard to those papers." "How have you learned all this?" "From the same person who wished me to put you on your guard--made me call you up at Narragansett, and wire when I couldn't reach you by 'phone!" "Who is this person?" "My wife. And if you want to know who she is----" "I most certainly do."