To-morrow about dusk, however, you, personally, take him for a walk near the Park, and if, among the other Cingalese you may meet, you should see one dressed as an Englishman, and wearing a scarlet flower in his buttonhole, take no notice of how often you see him nor of what he may do." "It will be you, Mr.Cleek ?" "Yes.

Now go, please; and don't forget to act as if you and her ladyship were utterly broken-hearted.

Also"-- his voice dropped lower, his hand met her hand, and in the darkness of the hall a little silver-plated revolver was slipped into her palm--"also, take this.

Keep it always with you, never be without it night or day, and if any living creature offers you violence, shoot him down as you would a mad dog.

Good-night, and--remember!" And long after she and Lady Chepstow had gone down and passed out into the night he stood there, looking the situation straight in the face and thinking his own troubled thoughts.
"A wedding bouquet! A threat against her, and the mention of a wedding bouquet!" he said, as he went back into the room and sat down to figure the puzzle out.