"Harm? No! On the contrary, I suppose I ought to thank you for
your evidence at the inquest."
"Some part of it was the truth," he replied.
"I suppose so," she admitted drily. "You told it very cleverly."
He looked her in the eyes.
"My profession helped me to be a good witness," he said. "As for
the gist of my evidence, that was between my conscience and
myself."
"Your conscience?" she repeated. "Are there really men who
possess such things?"
"I hope you will discover that for yourself some day," he
answered. "Tell me your plans? Where are you living?"
"For the present with my father in Curzon Street."
"With Sir Timothy Brast?"
She assented.
"You know him?" she asked indifferently.
"Very slightly," Francis replied. "We talked together, some
nights ago, at Soto's Restaurant. I am afraid that I did not
make a very favourable impression upon him. I gathered, too,
that he has somewhat eccentric tastes."
"I do not see a great deal of my father," she said. "We met, a
few months ago, for the first time since my marriage, and things
have been a little difficult between us--just at first. He
really scarcely ever puts in an appearance at Curzon Street. I
dare say you have heard that he makes a hobby of an amazing
country house which he has down the river.
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