"Why, it's you, Miss Grant!" said the Inspector. "I'm glad you've come up--though this is no place for you." He paused and looked at her in a puzzled way. "But you know this man, you called him 'Sydney'?" "What does he mean?" asked Celia, in a bewildered fashion, of Derrick. "Why does he speak like that?--Oh, what does it mean!" "It means that the Inspector here is making a mistake, Celia," said Derrick gravely, but without any resentment. "It appears that there has been a robbery at the Hall----" "You've heard nothing about it!" exclaimed Celia. "No," said Derrick, quietly. "I left for London yesterday morning early; I returned this morning, saw no one, heard nothing of it." "Oh, come now, you'd better keep silent," interrupted the Inspector. "Miss Grant, I met this gentleman"--he hesitated on the word--"with this"--he tapped the box--"in his possession. I know, from the description, that it is the missing jewel-case, and I have arrested him on the charge of robbery and attempted murder. How you seem to know him--I don't understand----" Celia stood as if turned to stone for a moment or two; her eyes wandering from the faces of the two men to the jewel-case; then she broke out, "Sydney, why don't you explain?--It's a mistake, Inspector, a terrible mistake! I know this gentleman; I--I am engaged to him, I am going to be his wife. It's--absurd to suspect him!--Sydney, where did you find the thing?" "Now, Miss Grant," said the Inspector soothingly, before Derrick could reply. "Let me advise you, as I have already advised the prisoner, not to say another word. I am sorry, truly sorry that a young lady of your--position should be so intimately acquainted, should be----Dear, dear, this is very sad, Miss Grant! I think you'd better go back to the Hall. But please don't say anything to Mr. Jacobs; I will come back to him directly I have seen the prisoner locked up." Celia was calm now; her momentary terror had given place to grief and pity for the man she loved. Not for a second did any doubt of his innocence assail her. With that almost divine intuition of true love, she knew, not only that he was innocent, but that this crime was in some way or other connected with the former one, that of the forged cheque. "Yes, I will go back to the Hall," she said; "but you will let me speak to Mr. Green before I go?" "Of course, I can't prevent you," said the Inspector; "but you must say what you have to say in my hearing, and, of course, I shall take note of every word." Celia went to Derrick, put her arm round his neck and kissed him. "I can wait, dearest," she said. "You will not let this--this weigh upon you, trouble you?" He was silent for a moment, his lips working; but the kiss she had impressed upon him strengthened and nerved him. "God bless you, Celia!" he murmured, very quietly. "Go now! One moment--is the Marquess dying?" "No," she said, with a dry little sob. "He is very bad, has been dreadfully injured, but he may recover."