Later on that same night he saw her again with me, and he heard what she said.

I asked her to come to the rooms on the next evening--yesterday, the night of the crime--and her face changed, and she said, 'No, we have other plans for tomorrow.

But the night after I shall want you.'" Hanaud sprang up from his chair.
"And YOU tell me these two things!" he cried.
"Yes," said Wethermill.

"You were kind enough to say to me I was not a romantic boy.

I am not.