y dear Druce. What a man you are to apologize about such a trifle! Who is the special friend?"
"No less a person than Eric Vandeleur, the police-surgeon for Westminster."
"What! Vandeleur--the gayest, jolliest man I have ever met! Would he care to come?"
Rowland's eyes were sparkling with excitement.
"I think so; more especially if you will give me leave to say that you would welcome him."
"Tell him he shall have a thousand welcomes, the best room in the house, the best horse. Get him to come by all means, Druce."
Our two telegrams were sent off. In the course of the morning replies in the affirmative came to each.
That evening Madame Sara arrived. She came by the last train. The brougham was sent to meet her. She entered the house shortly before midnight. I was standing in the hall when she arrived, and I felt a momentary sense of pleasure when I saw her start as her eyes met mine. But she was not a woman to be caught off her guard. She approached me at once w