He was conscious that Whymper--the great Whymper--was acting as linesman and watching every movement.

He knew that for most of that great crowd his was the figure that was of real concern, he knew that he was as surely battling for his lady as though he had been fighting, tournament-wise, six hundred years ago.
But it all seemed of supreme unimportance.

To-night he was to face Rupert, to state, once and for all, that he had killed Carfax, to submit Margaret to a terrible test.

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