We paused, to find what the incident was.

Captain Ascott was reading the letter which Boyd Madras had wished to be made public.

(I had given it to him just before the burial, and he was acting as though Boyd Madras was really dead--he was quite ignorant of our conspiracy.) I was about to move on, but Mrs.Falchion touched my arm.

"Wait," she said.

She stood and heard the letter through.