"My name is Dowson, Leonard Dowson." He spoke defiantly. "And as to who told me, well, it doesn't much matter, that I can see, but it was a friend of--of Mrs. Rose." He dared not again call her "Toni." "A friend?" In one sickening flash of intuition, Herrick knew who had been Toni's evil genius. He stopped short, physically incapable of questioning further; but Owen had no such scruples. "Who is this--friend?" He could not help the sneer; and Herrick paled in the lamplight, fearing yet powerless to avert the answer. "I don't suppose it matters telling you." Dowson paused. "It was Mrs. Herrick--Mrs. Rose's best friend--who told me; and she swore that every word was true." There was a short, tense silence; and Andrews, who had been hovering unnoticed in the background, suddenly dived through the baize door and disappeared, as one who feels his presence an intrusion. "So it was Mrs. Herrick who gave you this precious information." Owen, very pale, turned to Herrick. "Herrick, I won't insult your wife by asking if this is true. It's a lie, of course. Mrs. Herrick is a friend of my wife's. She would never play such a treacherous, underhand part----" "I ... I don't know what to say...." "No, I should think you don't." Dowson spoke vehemently. "You know it was she who put me up to it all along. She said Mrs. Rose had owned to being--well, fond of me in her way, though of course she put her husband first. But she told me I had a chance, that if I'd offer to take Mrs. Rose away she'd come ... oh, she convinced me fast enough. I daresay I was a fool, but I couldn't bear to stand by and say nothing when by taking her away----" He stopped suddenly. Owen had made a threatening step forward. "Look here"--Owen's voice was choked with rage--"stop talking all that rot, and tell me what you've done with my wife. First, of all, where is she?" "How can I tell you when I don't know?" retorted the young man almost rudely. "She came away with me right enough, and then we had an accident to the car--a tyre burst--and we went into a hotel at Stratton to wait for it to be repaired. I went to the post-office to send a telegram, and when I came back she'd gone." "Gone--where?" "Oh, aren't I telling you I don't know?" In his excitement the young dentist's refinement fell away from him, showing the rough human man beneath. "She slipped out soon's my back was turned--left a scrap of paper saying she couldn't go on with me--and that's all I know." "But she must have left some traces." "She left her dressing-bag, if that's anything," said Dowson gloomily. "It's in the car outside. I thought at least she'd have come back here, and I had to come on to make sure. I"--for a second his rough voice softened--"I had to be certain she was safe."