"I'll try. But you know how very difficult it is to see you when I'm at Porchester Terrace. Aunt Henrietta is such an impossible person." "You must," I whispered. And I would have clasped her to my heart and kissed her in adieu had not the statuesque man-servant stood by to hand me the mackintosh which Murray had lent me. "Adieu!" she said again, and then touching her hand I mounted into the cart and went forth into the rain and darkness--into the night that was so like my own life. After my return to Shepherd's Bush ten weary days passed--each day bringing my love nearer that odious union. One morning I received an unexpected note from Lucie Miller, saying that she and her aunt were in London again, at the Hotel Russell, in order to see her late father's lawyers. I called and left a card, for they were out. Next day, just as I rose from Mrs Gilbert's luncheon table and was about to enjoy a pipe in Sammy's den--he being away at the club-- visitors were announced. It was Lucie, flushed and agitated, and with her was Ella, who, the instant the door of the little sitting-room was closed, fell upon my neck, and without a word burst into a passion of tears. "What does this mean?" I asked of Lucie, utterly taken aback. "This will explain it." And she drew out a green evening newspaper, one of those editions published at eleven o'clock in the morning. "Read for yourself," she added, pointing to a bold headline. I swiftly scanned the lines, and stood staring at them both. What was printed there was utterly bewildering. I held my breath. Could it actually be true? I cried aloud for joy, and pressing my love to my breast covered her pale sweet face with passionate kisses. "Is this a fact?" I cried. "Is it really true?" "Yes," answered Lucie. "I have been to Half Moon Street myself and made inquiries. Mr Gordon-Wright, it appears, returned home late last night after supper at the Savoy. He must have met some friends afterwards, for the hall-porter says he did not return till nearly two o'clock, and then seemed dazed and incoherent in his speech. He frequently saw gentlemen like that, and therefore pretended to take no notice. At eight o'clock this morning, when his valet took him his early tea, he found him half-dressed doubled up on the bed quite dead. Death from poisoning, the doctor has declared. To us the truth is quite plain. He is another victim of Himes' terrible revenge!" "And you, my darling, are free--actually free!" I cried, again kissing my dear heart's face and beside myself with an unexpected joy. Himes was evidently keeping his vow to exterminate all Miller's friends--for what reason, however, was still an enigma.