“It is only due to you that I should see you at once to explain the mystery of this affair, so as to clear your brother, and as it would not do for me to call upon you for obvious reasons, the only thing for us to do is to meet to-night on Mousehold Heath at 7 P.M. without fail...” What now was she to do? At “7 P.M.” she had half promised Loveday to meet him. And what had her meetings with Baruch Frankl, innocent as they were, brought upon her and hers! Yet Frankl _must_ be kindly intentioned, she reasoned--since he had sent them the £50; and she thought of that agony of humiliation when she had asked Loveday for £2, and he had refused. And he had given evidence against Richard with his down-turned smile. But he had said a word at her ear--and her crushed heart had leapt. She did not know what to do, fell by her bedside and prayed to be taught which of the two was Richard's best friend. As she passed over the inn-threshold, she decided in favour of Frankl: and a few minutes past seven was on Mousehold Heath. Frankl hurried to meet her, and the hand which he held out was rather cold; but she did not take it. “No, Mr. Frankl”, said she, “before I give my hand, it is only what is due to me to hear how Richard's pistol, which I trusted to you, was found where it was--” “Well, that is only fair”, answered Frankl; “that is only fair. But I have a carriage there, let us get into it, and sit as we talk”. She could see no carriage in that dark, yet it stood only some yards away--Frankl's own. “I think I prefer to stand...” said she. “As you like. But with regard to the gun, I should have thought that you could have guessed how it was--but no, you always mistrust me instead--the Jew. Don't you know that the dead man was a servant in my house? Well, I left the two guns in my study, and he, wanting to shoot himself, stole one, that's all”. “It was _he_ shot himself?” “Why, who else? You don't suppose Richard shot him! You are as cool as they make them”. “Well, that was how it was! But couldn't you say that at the police-court--?” “I am _going_ to at the big trial, of course. But I was ill, am ill now, and here have I been running about all day on your brother's behalf, and dead tired--and ill, and all--and you won't let me have a rest in the carriage--” “Well, as you put it in that way...” she said. So they walked to a motor-brougham, sat within, and as they commenced to talk again, the brougham moved. “Tell me”, said Frankl, “have you mentioned to anyone that you had given the guns to me?” “I told Richard's solicitor this morning--” “That was horribly imprudent, without consulting me!” “I think I have been silent long enough, don't you? I didn't mention your name, but--” “Oh, you didn't mention my name! That's all right, then! Look here, do you know--?” “Well?” “I believe you love me in your heart. Can't help yourself”.