"She did--one or two; but we're coming to that presently. I want you first to explain to me how you got Mr. Draycott out of the house that night." "I was rushing off to get something to wrap him in when I met you. I heard you and Reith go into that room, and I heard you both go out--I was outside the window. Directly you left it, I opened the window, picked up Draycott, carried him out, closed the window again--and it was done." "I see--you call that done. But how did you manage to get him away from the neighbourhood of the house?" "There was a motor-car a little way along the path, about as silent a one as there is made; I put him in that and off I went." "Nothing could be simpler, could it? But why did you trouble to take him at all? What affair was he of yours? It wasn't as though he had treated you very nicely." "Don't you see that it was the chance of my life?" "The chance of your life? Good gracious! How?" "That poker business--they said I cheated; it was a lie--an infernal lie." "They've admitted it themselves to-night." "They hadn't admitted it then, and I never thought I should have a chance of making them do it, until I saw that dear man Dodwell doing his best to murder Draycott as he lay there on the floor. Well, then, it was a wild-cat idea, but it was an idea. I thought that if I could get hold of Draycott, and he wasn't quite dead, and I could bring him back to life, he might feel some--some sort of gratitude. It was Draycott who supported Dodwell; I don't think they would ever have believed him if it hadn't been for Draycott. I fancy there wasn't a man in the regiment who hadn't a sort of feeling that Dodwell was a liar; it was Draycott's endorsement of his lie that did it." She could see, when he paused, how the muscles of his face were working, and how his fingers twitched as he clenched and unclenched his hands. "When I started to think afterwards, when hell was all about me, at first it was all a blur, I couldn't think how it could have happened--all of it; it was so--so impossible that they could have thought such a thing of me. Then, by degrees, I began to put trifles together, and to get some sort of a vague idea how--how it had all come about." He pressed his hands to his temples; she fancied it must have become a trick with him; he had done it once or twice before, even when they were in the cab.