"Yes, during the past five months. When Mr. Brett first appeared on the scene, I feared lest he should discover my secret. How could I connect it with the death of my brother? The explanation given to me was that the documents were purloined by a servant years ago. It was not until the attacks on you and Davie, and the chance mention he made of some curious marks in a type-written communication received by Mr. Winter, that a horrible suspicion awoke in my mind. I had received several type-written letters" (Mr. Jiro, it would appear, had not told "evelything" to Brett), "and I compared some of those in London with the description given by Davie. They corresponded exactly! Then I resolved to make sure, no matter what the risk to myself, so I went to a place in Kennington the last night we were in town, and there I saw Ooma. Oh, Robert, he is so like you and Davie that at first it seems to be a romance! Only you two look honest and brave, whereas he has the appearance of a demon." Frazer looked at his watch. "Brett ought to know all these things at once," he said. "Let us walk back to the hotel and wire him. Perhaps it will be necessary for David and me to return to London immediately." "Why? You are safe here? Why should you incur further risk?" He could not help looking at her. A slight colour suffused her face. Then he laughed savagely. "There will be no risk, Rita. Once let me meet Mr. Ooma as man to man and I will teach him a trick or two, if only for your sake. The law will deal with him for Alan's affair. He has an odd name! It has a Japanese ring, yet you say he resembles our family?" Margaret, of course, could only describe him in general terms. As they returned to the hotel she explained her strange story in greater detail, largely on the lines already known to Brett. In the office they found a telegram addressed to David, but his cousin opened it, believing it might be from Brett. It was, and read as follows:-- "Capella arrives Whitby five o'clock. I know everything he has to tell you. If he becomes offensive, boot him." Robert did not show the message to his cousin. He gave her its general purport, and added: "Prepare yourself for an ordeal, but be brave. Perhaps your husband is in the hotel now, as he must have reached here half an hour ago." He had barely uttered the words when Mrs. Capella's maid approached. "Mr. Capella is here, madam," she said "and awaits you in your sitting-room." Margaret became, if possible, a shade whiter. "What about you, Robert?" she whispered. "Me! I am going with you. Brett's telegram is my authority." CHAPTER XXX HUSBAND AND WIFE The Italian was glaring out of a window when they entered the room. He turned instantly, with a waspish ferocity. "So, madam." he cried, "not content with deceiving me from the first moment we met, you have left your home in company with your lover!"