"You have perhaps, some explanations to make," she went on, with some hesitation; "the condition of your clothes, your somewhat curious form of entrance ?" "With your permission." "One moment," Helen intervened eagerly.

"Is it possible, Mr.Lessingham, that you have seen Major Felstead lately ?" "A matter of fifty-six hours ago, Miss Fairclough.

I am happy to tell you that he was looking, under the circumstances, quite reasonably well." Helen caught up a photograph from the table by her side, and came over to their visitor's side.
"This was taken just before he went out the first time," she continued.
"Is he anything like that now ?" Mr.Hamar Lessingham sighed and shook his head.
"You must expect," he warned her, "that prison and hospital have had their effect upon him.

He was gaining strength every day, however, when I left." Philippa held out her hand.

She had been looking curiously at their visitor.
"Helen, dear, afterwards we will get Mr.Lessingham to talk to us about Dick," she insisted.