A stir in the passage without. Was there any change in Lord Level, for better or for worse? Despite her resentment, she was anxious, and she opened the door. Mrs. Edwards had come out from the opposite chamber, a basin in hand. "My lady, he is calmer," whispered the housekeeper, answering the unspoken question which she read in her eyes. "If he could only be kept so, if he had nothing to disturb him, he would soon be well again. It is a most unlucky thing that these police should have come here, where they are not wanted. That of itself must bring excitement to his lordship." "It is unlucky that these tales should have been carried to him," haughtily reproved the young lady. "I cannot think who does it, or why." "Nay, my lady, but when his lordship questions of this and that, he must be answered." Closing the door of the sick-chamber very quietly, Mrs. Edwards passed down the stairs. At the same moment, covert steps were heard ascending them. Lady Level caught a glimpse of Mr. Inspector Poole's head, and stole back out of sight. Meanwhile Mr. Ravensworth had been trying to gain a little explanation from that official. "Do you know," he said to him, "that you are here against Lord Level's wishes, and in direct opposition to his orders?" "No, I do not," replied the inspector. "I did not understand it in that light. I certainly was told that his lordship had said he would not have the case officially inquired into, but I understood that he was lightheaded when he spoke, not at all conscious of what he was saying." "From whom, then, did you receive your instructions, Mr. Poole?" "From Dr. Macferraty," was the ready answer. "He called in at the station this evening." "Ah!" cried Arnold Ravensworth. "It would be a grave mistake, he said, if so monstrous a thing--they were the doctors own words--should be left uninvestigated, because his lordship was off his head," added the inspector. "May I ask, sir, if you entertain any suspicion--in any quarter?" "Not any," decisively replied Mr. Ravensworth. "The whole thing is to me most mysterious." The speakers looked at one another. Mr. Poole was deliberating whether he should give a hint of what Jekyl had said about Lady Level. But he was saved the trouble. "I understand, through overhearing a word or two, that your men have been wondering whether the culprit could have been Lady Level," spoke Mr. Ravensworth in low tones. "The very idea is monstrous: you have but now used the right word. _Believe me_, she is innocent as a child. But she is most terribly frightened." "Well, I thought it very unlikely," admitted the inspector.