"The fact remains," said Elsie April, with humid eyes, "the fact remains that she’d set her heart on having that theatre, and you failed her at the last instant. And she has nothing, and you’ve got the theatre entirely in your own hands. I’m not so silly as to suppose that you can’t defend yourself legally. But let me tell you that Rose went to the United States heart-broken, and she’s playing to empty houses there--empty houses! Whereas she might have been here in London, interested in her theatre, and preparing for a successful season." "I’d no idea of this," breathed Edward Henry. He was dashed. "I’m awfully sorry!" "Yes, no doubt. But there it is!" Silence fell. He knew not what to say. He felt himself in one way innocent, but he felt himself in another way blackly guilty. His remorse for the telephone-trick which he had practised on Rose Euclid burst forth again after a long period of quiescence simulating death, and actually troubled him.... No, he was not guilty! He insisted in his heart that he was not guilty! And yet--and yet-- No taxicab ever travelled so quickly as that taxi-cab. Before he could gather together his forces it had arrived beneath the awning of the Buckingham Palace Hotel. His last words to her were: "Now, I sha’nt change the day of my stone-laying. But don’t worry about your conference. You know it’ll be perfectly all right." He spoke archly, with a brave attempt at cajolery; but in the recesses of his soul he was not sure that she had not defeated him in this their first encounter. However, Seven Sachs might talk as he chose--she was not such a persuasive creature as all that! She had scarcely even tried to be persuasive. At about a quarter-past six, when he saw his underling again, he said to Mr. Marrier: "Marrier, I’ve got a great idea. We’ll have that corner-stone-laying at night. After the theatres. Say half-past eleven. Torchlight! Fireworks from the cranes! It’ll tickle old Pilgrim to death. I shall have a marquee with match-boarding sides fixed up inside, and heat it with a few of those smokeless stoves. We can easily lay on electricity. It will be absolutely the most sensational stone-laying that ever was. It’ll be in all the papers all over the blessed world. Think of it! Torches! Fireworks from the cranes! ... But I won’t change the day--neither for Miss April nor anybody else." Mr. Marrier dissolved in laudations. "Well," Edward Henry agreed with false diffidence, "it’ll knock spots off some of ’em in this town!" He felt that he had snatched victory out of defeat. But the next moment he was capable of feeling that Elsie April had defeated him even in his victory. Anyhow, she was a most disconcerting and fancy-monopolising creature. There was one source of unsullied gratification: he had shaved off his beard. VI.