"Sir Hubert wished to revert to his free gypsy life, and pretended to be in Paris, so that he would follow his fancy without the truth becoming known.

But why he should come on this particular night, and by this particular path to this particular door, is the problem I have to solve!" "Quite so, and I only hope that you will solve it, for the sake of my sister." Darby reflected for a moment or so.

"Did Lady Agnes ask her husband to come here to see her privately ?" "Hang it, no man!" cried Garvington, aghast.

"She believed, as we all did, that her husband was in Paris, and certainly never dreamed that he was masquerading as a gypsy three miles away." "There was no masquerading about the matter, my lord," said Darby, dryly; "since Sir Hubert really was a gypsy called Ishmael Hearne.

That fact will come out at the inquest." "It has come out now: everyone knows the truth.