CHAPTER VI.
LADY AGATHA'S STORY It was with the greatest difficulty that Cleggett repressed a start.
Another man might have shown the shock he felt.

But Cleggett had the iron nerve of a Bismarck and the fine manner of a Richelieu.

He did not even permit his eyes to wander towards the box in question.

He merely sat and waited.
Lady Agatha, having brought herself to the point of revelation, seemed to find a difficulty in proceeding.

Cleggett, mutely asking permission, lighted a cigarette.
"Oh--if you will!" said Lady Agatha, extending her hand towards the case.