Springfield gave me a quick glance, and then for a moment lost control of himself. 'Oh, I see,' he said. 'This is a plot. Luscombe is in it. He has been discussing things with this--this lunatic, and this hatched-up absurdity is the result.' I think Springfield felt he had made a false move the moment he had spoken. Directly my name was mentioned, it became evident that the plea of my friend's madness broke down. 'At any rate,' he went on, 'I am not to be intimidated, and I will not listen to any hysterical slanderings.' 'Pardon me,' said Jack quietly, 'but Luscombe knew nothing whatever of my intentions. You are sure you want me to go on?' he added quietly. 'Go on by all means. Doubtless you will be amusing. But mind,' and Springfield's voice became threatening, 'I am a dangerous man to trifle with.' 'I have grave reasons for knowing that,' was Jack's reply; 'but let that pass. About three years ago news arrived in England that Maurice St. Mabyn was dead--killed in a skirmish in Egypt. Some time afterwards Colonel or Captain Springfield as he was then, came to Devonshire, and gave a detailed account of his death. He said he was with him during his last moments, together with--other interesting things. From the account given Maurice St. Mabyn died in April, 1914, and Colonel Springfield came, I think, in September, or October. By this time George St. Mabyn had not only taken possession of his brother's estates, but had also become the suitor for the hand of his brother's fiancee.' 'Surely,' cried Springfield, as if in protest, 'there is no need to distress us all by probing the wounds made three years ago. Personally I think it is cruel.' 'It would be cruel but for what I am going to say,' replied Jack Carbis. 'As it happens, Maurice St. Mabyn was not dead at the time. I saw him,--spoke with him in Bizna in the July of that year.' 'You saw Maurice in July, although he was reported dead in April!' cried Sir Thomas. 'Why--why----; but it can't be true! That is--are you sure? I say, George, wasn't the news definite--concise? Yes, I remember it was. I saw the Egyptian newspaper account.' 'I suppose you don't expect any one here to believe in this cock-and-bull story,' and Springfield laughed uneasily. 'But may one ask,' he continued, 'why we are regaled with this--this romance?' 'Yes,' replied Jack, 'you may ask; but if I were you I wouldn't. I'd make myself scarce.' I saw Springfield's eyes contract, and his whole attitude reminded me of an angry dog. 'You must tell us all what you mean by that,' he snarled. 'I'm sorry, Lady Bolivick, that such a scene as this should take place in your house, but I must defend myself.' 'Against whom? Against what? What charges have been made?' and Jack Carbis still spoke quietly and naturally.