Wrayson drew a long, deep breath of content.
"Let us sit down, Colonel," he said; "I have something to tell you." The Colonel led the way to a rustic seat.

A few stars were out, but no moon.

In the dusky twilight, the shrubs and trees beyond stood out with black and almost startling distinctness against the clear sky.
"You remember the girl--I told you about, whom I found in my flat, and afterwards ?" Wrayson asked hoarsely.
The Colonel nodded.
"Certainly! What about her?
To tell you the truth, I am afraid I--" Wrayson stopped him with a quick, fierce exclamation.
"Don't, Colonel!" he said.

"Wait until you have heard what I have to say.
I have seen her picture--to-day." The Colonel removed his cigar from his mouth.
"Her picture!" he exclaimed.

"To-day! Where?
My dear fellow, this is very interesting! You know my opinion as to that young--" Again Wrayson stopped him, this time with an oath.
"In your house, Colonel," he said.