And then the two brides went on to talk of other things. Meantime, Luther Tracey drew aside Calvert into a corner. "Say," was his remark, "I haven't seen you for a time since I've been away on my honeymoon. What of the professor?" "Oh, he has gone back to Greece, quite recovered from his wound. I allow him an income sufficient to keep him alive." "He shouldn't have had anything. You're too good." "He did act badly; but, after all, I don't think the poor creature is quite sane. He is married also--yes--Mrs. Fane's maid, Emily Doon." "Hum!" said the American. "I guess he was sane enough to get a handsome bride, though. I never trusted that girl. She had something to do with the case." "Don't talk of the case," said Arnold, shuddering. "When I think how near we all were getting into the most terrible trouble through that scoundrel----No, he's dead, let us not call him names. His evil is buried with him. But one thing, Tracey. Did Mrs. Baldwin really know it was her husband she killed? I know she recognised him afterwards; but when she fired did she know?" "Rufus said she did, but out of consideration for the children he had the decency not to put that into the confession. I believe she knew all the time, and is glad she killed him." "Does she ever allude to him?" "No. She's settled down to her old lazy life, eating sweets and reading novels. I don't think she'll ever mention his name till her dying day. And Gerty T. knows nothing about it. I hear Mrs. Baldwin's going to sell her land and move further into town; but she never will. When Gerty T. and I return from the States we'll find her in the old shanty. By the way, she's pulled down the professor's house." "To get rid of all memories connected with the case, I suppose. Well, I'm glad it's ended. It was terrible." "Arnold, are you coming?" This was from the bride. Afterwards the happy pair departed for a honeymoon on the Continent, and discussed their future plans. "You must let me furnish the house, dear," said Laura; "I have such taste." "You have; you chose me to be your husband. But don't have a White Room." "I never will," said Laura. "Arnold, never mention that place again." And Arnold never did. So after all the trouble came the peace and calm, and the two, happy in one another, soon forgot the terrible case. The public also forgot it, and the White Room itself has disappeared. THE END. ------------------------------------------------------- Printed by T. and A. Constable, Printers to His Majesty at the Edinburgh University Press End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of The White Room, by Fergus Hume