From the morning-room came the distant sound of a piano, and a man's voice singing to it; singing softly, as though no Nemesis were approaching; singing slowly, as if there were time enough and to spare.

But Nemesis had reached the bottom of the staircase; Nemesis, with a heavy step, was going across the silent hall--was even now opening the door of the morning-room.

The door was gently closed again, and then, in the middle of a bar, the music stopped..