"Lock the door," she said; "Lord Hartmore must not--must not know of
this--quite yet."
I did what she asked me, and then went and stood with my back to her in
one of the windows.
As I did so I felt in my pocket for the letter which Brabazon was
to have given me. It was not there. I then remembered that in the
excitement of my getting off in time to catch the train we must both
have forgotten it.
After a time Lady Hartmore's voice, sounding hollow and low, reached my
ears.
"Tell me the particulars," she said.
I did so. I sat down near her and told them as briefly as possible. She
listened attentively. When I had finished she said, in a puzzled tone:--
"I cannot account for the sudden giddiness. Arthur always had excellent
health." Then she looked me full in the face. "Do you believe the
story, Dr. Halifax?"