"It is such a shock," stammered Cyril. "Of course it's a shock, but you ought to think of your new duties. You will have to go to Geralton at once?" "Yes, I suppose it will be expected of me," Cyril assented gloomily. "Peter, pack my things and find out when the next train leaves." "Very well, my lord." "And Guy, you will come with me, won't you? I really can't face this business alone. Besides, your legal knowledge may come in useful." "I am awfully sorry, but I really can't come to-day. I've got to be in court this afternoon; but I'll come as soon as I can, if you really want me." "Do!" "Of course I want to be of use if I can, but a detective is really what you need." "A detective?" gasped Cyril. "Well, why not? Don't look as if I had suggested your hiring a camel!" "Yes, of course not--I mean a detective is--would be--in fact--very useful," stammered Cyril. Why couldn't Guy mind his own business? "Why not get one and take him down with you?" persisted Campbell. "Oh, no!" Cyril hurriedly objected, "I don't think I had better do that. They may have one already. Shouldn't like to begin by hurting local feeling and--and all that, you know." "Rot!" "At any rate, I'm not going to engage any one till I've looked into the matter myself," said Cyril. "If I find I need a man, I'll wire." Campbell, grumbling about unnecessary delay, let the matter drop. Two hours later Cyril was speeding towards Newhaven. Huddled in a corner of the railway carriage, he gave himself up to the gloomiest reflections. Was ever any one pursued by such persistent ill-luck? It seemed too hard that just as he began to see an end to his matrimonial troubles, he should have tumbled headlong into this terrible predicament. From the moment he heard of Lady Wilmersley's disappearance he had never had the shadow of a doubt but that it was she he had rescued that morning from the police. What was he going to do, now that he knew her identity? He must decide on a course of action at once. Wash his hands of her? No-o. He felt he couldn't do that--at least, not yet. But unless he immediately and voluntarily confessed the truth, who would believe him if it ever came to light? If it were discovered that he, the heir, had helped his cousin's murderess to escape--had posed as her husband, would any one, would any jury believe that chance alone had thrown them together? He might prove an alibi, but that would only save his life--not his honour. He would always be suspected of having instigated, if not actually committed, the murder.