Their conjectures as to the cause of the disappearance were no nearer to the truth.

For there were only two who knew, and those two went steadily about the business of living as though no catastrophe had befallen them.

They held their heads a trifle more proudly perhaps.

Ethne might have become a little more gentle, Dermod a little more irascible, but these were the only changes.

So gossip had the field to itself.
But Harry Feversham was in London, as Lieutenant Sutch discovered on the night of the 30th.