It isn't often that the thought which would restrain comes into one's mind at the moment when restraint is most needed; but just then Dick _did_ think of his father and his dying wishes, and the remembrance helped him to speak more calmly than he would otherwise have done. 'Once for all, then, will you tell me why you are here, Roland?' 'Yes, I will, though I don't acknowledge your right to question me. I had an appointment, with that Frenchman we met last night, for this evening, but I've lost his address. I knew it was in this court, and I was walking about on the chance of finding him, when I'm almost sure I saw Litvinoff come in here. I made after him, feeling sure he was going to the same place as I was.' 'And where _is_ Litvinoff?' 'He seems to have disappeared, or else I was mistaken. Now, what have you got to say?' 'This. You lie!' It sounded hardly like Richard's voice, so hoarse and choked with passion was it; and so full of insult and scorn that Roland at last lost control of himself. 'Stand back, you raving maniac,' he said, 'and let me pass! The same roof mustn't cover us two any longer, and don't speak again to me this side of the grave.' The listener, leaning forward eagerly to catch every word, heard Roland's foot dash down the staircase. There was a moment of perfect silence, and then came a long-drawn sigh from Richard Ferrier. 'Now then, young man, what's all this to-do about? I should like to know what you mean by quarrelling in places that don't belong to you, and terrifying respectable married women out of their seven senses.' It was a shrill woman's voice that spoke, and a door opened on the landing where young Ferrier stood. 'I'm very sorry, madam,' said Richard, in tones calm enough now. 'I didn't intend to disturb anyone. Will you kindly tell me if anyone lives here named Hatfield?' 'There was a young woman of that name in the front attic, but she left sudden this morning.' 'Do you know where she's gone?' 'No, I don't.' 'Does anyone in the house know?' 'No. I'm the landlady, and she'd have told me if she told anyone.' 'Thank you,' he said, and turned to pass down the staircase. 'Stay, though,' he said; 'have you any Frenchmen lodging here?' 'I don't want no dratted furriners here, and I haven't got none, thank God!' 'Of course not,' said Ferrier to himself, and strode downstairs.