It was a terrible ordeal for me, all through, for she tried to jump overboard, in the Channel, and was so insane, so hopelessly insane, that a week after we reached London she was committed to some sort of private asylum." "And then ?" asked Durkin.
"Then Boxspur thought that possibly I knew too much for his personal comfort.

I rather think he looked on me as dangerous.

He put me off and put me off, until I was glad to snatch at a position in a next-of-kin agency.

But in a fortnight or two I was even more glad to leave it.

Then I went back to Lord Boxspur, who this time sent me helter-skelter back to Paris, to bribe a blackmailing newspaper woman from giving the details of his wife's misfortunes to the Continental correspondent of a London weekly.