ton gave him an entertaining account of his efforts to assist Mr. Bisset, and then Ned asked:
"Well, what do you think of his theory that the man came in by the window?"
Carrington smiled.
"Bisset is evidently extremely anxious to save the credit of the family."
Ned Cromarty was aroused now.
"Good God!" he cried. "But do you mean to say that you think that story will hold water?"
"What story?" enquired Carrington mildly.
"You know what I mean—the scandal that Sir Malcolm and—and a lady were concerned in the murder."
"They are said to have actually committed it, aren't they?"
Ned's eye began to look dangerous.
"Do you think it's credible?" he asked brusqueiy.
"You know them better than I. Do you think it is?"
"Not for an instant!"
"I haven't met Sir Malcolm," said Carrington, wiping his eye-glass en his handkerchief. "I can't judge of him. What sort of a fellow is he?"
"A bit of a young squirt," said Ned candidly. "But I'll not believe he's a murderer till I get some proof of it."
"And Miss Farmond? Is she at all a murderous lady?"
He fixed his monocle in his eye just in time to
