When he did see me I need hardly tell you his surprise. I told him all, and we had a terrible battle over things. He wanted to go back again to England, but I swore I'd throw myself overboard if he did, so he yielded, and in the end we made it up. We started for the Azores, but the yacht became disabled in a storm, and put in to a French port, where we were married by the English Consul. Then we started back for England and arrived yesterday. Lord Calliston went up to town on business, and I remained here, so that is all I know of the affair." "Then you are now Lady Calliston?" said Sir Rupert. "Yes, he has done me that justice at last." "Then I hope you'll have a happier life and end than your sister," said the baronet, bitterly; "but even what you have told us does not solve the mystery of her death." "It solves a good many things, however," said Dowker, cheerfully, "it proves the truth of Mr. Desmond's statement about the dagger, and shows us how it was Lady Balscombe went to Lord Calliston's chambers instead of Miss Sarschine--I beg pardon, Lady Calliston--but tell me, madame, did your husband know of the murder before he left England?" "No; how could he?" she said, in surprise. "He came down to Shoreham by an early train and the yacht left at once." "But he would be sure to see about it in the morning papers?" suggested Norwood. "He would only see the announcement, but no details," said Dowker, "and thinking Lady Balscombe was on board the yacht, and Miss Sarschine at home, he would never think either of them was the victim." "Well, gentlemen," said Sir Rupert, turning his haggard face towards them, "now we have discovered the dead woman to have been my wife, what is the next thing to be done?" "See Lord Calliston," answered Dowker, promptly. "I want to know all his movements on that night." "You don't suspect him," said Lena, turning on him like a tiger. "I never said I did," he replied quietly. "I merely want to find out his movements, and I daresay he'll have no hesitation in giving an account of them." "Of course he won't," she replied wearily, "and now, as I've told you all, you'll permit me to retire. I'm quite worn out." She bowed to the three men, then left the cabin slowly. When she disappeared, Dowker shook himself briskly. "Well, gentlemen, we must go back to town at once, and see Lord Calliston. I want an account of all his movements on that night, and I already know where he was at nine o'clock." "Where?" asked Norwood, curiously. "At the 'Pink 'Un,' Soho, to see a boxing-match--afterwards I don't know where he went, but I must have a satisfactory explanation." "But you don't think he murdered Lady Balscombe?" said the baronet. Dowker looked wise. "No," he replied, significantly, "I don't think he murdered Lady Balscombe, but he might have murdered Lena Sarschine." "You mean he might have mistook my wife for his mistress." "Exactly!" CHAPTER XVII. THE PRODIGAL'S RETURN.