That her husband was capable of it she fully believed.

Quiet, reticent men like Felix--men who had served their country both in India and Egypt--men who never boasted, who never discussed their intentions or plans until they were carried out, were the men to take the law into their own hands when their honor was involved, no matter who was hurt.

Such a catastrophe would not only bring to light her own misery, but the unavoidable publicity would tarnish still further the good name of her people at home.

Even were only an attempt on Dalton's life made, and an official investigation held--as she was convinced would be the case--the scandal would be almost as bad.

Rather than have this occur she would make any sacrifice, even that of humiliating herself on her knees before Felix--begging his forgiveness, not for the sake of the man she now feared and detested, but for the sake of her father at home, and to shield her own identity.