At length she remembered that Gell would be waiting for her. She must go to him. When she reached the corridor she paused, wondering what she was to say and how she was to say it. While she stood there she heard sounds from the cell behind her. Bessie was singing. Meantime Gell had been fighting his own battle. The black thought which had come hurtling down on him at Derby Haven, when he first read the letter which Bessie had left behind her, was torturing him again. It was about Stowell, and to crush it he had to call up the memory of the long line of good and generous things that Stowell had done for him all the way up since he was a boy. When at last he saw Fenella approaching he searched her face for a ray of hope, but his heart sank at the sight of it. "Well?" "She has confessed." "She had a child?" "Yes." "It was born dead?" "No, she killed it." "God in heaven!" said Gell, and it seemed to Fenella that at that moment the man's heart had broken. She knew she ought to say more, but she could not do so--nothing being of consequence except the one terrible fact of the man's betrayal. "God in heaven!" said Gell again, and he turned to leave her. "What are you going to do in the morning?" "I don't know .... yet." "Where are you going to now?" "To .... Ballamoar." Again she knew that she ought to say more, but again she could not. Gell was making for the gate, and Fenella, bankrupt in heart herself, wanted to comfort him. "Mr. Gell," she said, "I have been doing you a great injustice. I ask you to forgive me." With his hand on the bolt he turned his broken face to her. "That's nothing--nothing now," he said. And again she heard "God in heaven!" as the gate closed behind him. II "Ah, here you are, dear!" It was Janet who had heard the hum of Stowell's car on the drive and had come hurrying out to meet him. "You've had a tiring day--I can see that," she said, as she poured out a cup of tea for him. "Ah, these high positions! 'There's nothing to be got without being paid for,' as your father used to say." To escape from Janet's solicitude and to tire himself out so that he might have a chance of sleeping that night, he walked down to the shore. A storm was rising. The gulls were flying inland and their white wings were mingling with the black ones of the rooks. The fierce sky to the south, the cold grey of the sea to the north, the bleak church tower on the stark headland, looking like a blinded lighthouse--they suited better with his mood. Fenella! She must know everything by this time. How was he to meet her eyes in the morning? Gell! He, too, must know everything now. How every innocent thing he had done to help his friend would look like cunning bribery and cruel treachery!