After the discovery that Lady Balscombe was dead and not Lena Sarschine, Norwood, accompanied by May Penfold, went to tell Myles about it in the hope that this being the case he would now tell all about his interview with the deceased, and thus possibly throw some light on the mystery. Myles was delighted to see May and clasped her fondly to his breast, while Norwood, finding the meeting of two lovers somewhat trying, busied himself with his notes at the other end of the cell. "I knew you would not forsake me, May," said Myles, tenderly, "you at least do not believe me guilty." "Of course not," replied May, "nor does anyone else--Mr. Dowker, my guardian and Mr. Ellersby all swear you are innocent." "Ellersby!" said Myles in surprise, "I thought after meeting me on that night he would think I had committed the crime." "Well, he does not!" "I did not think Ellersby would prove such a friend," said Desmond heartily. "I don't know if you'll consider him so much of a friend when I tell you he wants to marry me." "What! marry you!" "Yes! he came yesterday morning to see me and asked me if I would marry him." "And you? what did you answer?" "Can you ask?" she said, looking at him reproachfully. "I told him I was engaged to you--he said he had heard so but was not certain if it was true, and then----" "Go on," said Myles, seeing she hesitated. "Then he said you were in a dangerous position, but that if I promised to marry him he would do his best to prove your innocence." "How can he do that?" asked Myles quietly. "I don't know," answered May, "that is what he said, then I refused him again and said your innocence would be proved without any assistance from him. After that I left the library, and shortly afterwards he went away. Since then I have not seen him and I don't want to." "It's very kind of Ellersby wanting to help me," said Myles, kissing May, "but I don't think it was honourable of him to make your hand the price of his help, knowing you were engaged to me." "He was not certain of that. You know everyone thought Lord Calliston was my future husband." "They can hardly think so now," said Myles in a rather husky voice, kissing her on the cheek. "As soon as you are ready to attend to business, Mr. Desmond," said Norwood, coming forward, "I have some serious things to say." "Go on!" replied Desmond listlessly. "You said that on the return of Calliston's yacht you would be released from the promise you made to the lady whom you saw on that night." "Yes," answered Myles uneasily, "I did, but I don't think the yacht will return for a long time." "You are wrong--the _Seamew_ is at Brighton now." "And Calliston?" gasped Desmond, a greyish pallor overspreading his face. "Calliston is in London--and Lena Sarschine." "Lena Sarschine?" mutters Myles, with a quick indrawn breath. "Yes. We know now that Lady Balscombe was the woman who left the rooms in anger, and was murdered in Jermyn Street."