"Just keep your seat, Miss Omar." Oh, that silken voice of
Latimer's! "Mr. Moriway, I have absolutely no acquaintance with
you. I never saw you till to-night. I can't imagine what you may
have to say to me, that my secretary--Miss Omar acts in that
capacity--may not hear."

"I want to say," burst from Moriway, "that she looks the image
of the boy Nat, who stole Mrs. Kingdon's diamonds, that the voice
is exactly the same, that--"

"But you have said it, Mr. Moriway--quite successfully intimated
it, I assure you."

"She knows of my--of Mrs. Kingdon's marriage, that that boy Nat
found out about."

"And you yourself also, as Miss Omar mentioned."

"Myself? Damn it, I'm Moriway, the man she was going to marry.
Why shouldn't I--"

"Ah--h!" Latimer's shoulders shook with a gentle laugh. "Well,
Mr. Moriway, gentlemen don't swear in my garden. Particularly
when ladies are present. Shall we say good evening? Here comes
Mulhill now. . . . Nothing, Sergeant? Too bad the rogue escaped,
but you'll catch him. They may get away from you, but they never
stay long, do they? Good evening--good evening, Mr. Moriway."

They tramped on and out, Moriway's very back showing his rage. He