But the next moment she tore her hands away and looked wildly about the room.

She ran to the writing-table and scribbled a note; she thrust it into an envelope and gummed the flap securely down.

Then she rang the bell and waited impatiently with a leaping heart until Hubbard came to the door.
"Did you ring, madam ?" he asked.
"Yes.

Has Mr.Thresk arrived yet ?" She tried to control her face, to speak in a careless and indifferent voice, but she was giddy and the room whirled before her eyes.
"Yes, madam," the butler answered; and it seemed to Stella Ballantyne that once more she stood in the dock and heard the verdict spoken.

Only this time it had gone against her.