Her hand flew to her heart, and a little gasp broke from her parted lips.
Mr. Chambers was smiling blandly. She looked from him to Mrs. Sparflight, utter bewilderment in her eyes.
"Oh, Lord!" muttered that lady in great dismay.
The man from Scotland Yard hazarded another and even more potential stroke while the iron was hot.
"I am from Scotland Yard," he said. "We make some mistakes there, I admit, but not many." He proceeded to lie boldly. "I know who you are, my lady, and— But it is not necessary to go into that at pressent. Do not be alarmed. You have nothing to fear from me,—or from Scotland Yard. I—"
"Well, I should hope not!" burst out Mrs. Sparflight indignantly.
"What does he want?" cried Jane, in trepidation. She addressed her friend, but it was Mr. Chambers who answered.
"I want you to supply me with a little information concerning Lord Eric Temple,—whom you addressed last evening as James."
Jane began to tremble. Scotland Yard!
"The man is crazy," said Mrs. Sparflight, leaping into the breach. "By what right, sir, do you come here to impose your—"
"No offence is intended, ma'am," broke in Mr. Chambers. "Absolutely no offence. It is merely in the line of duty that I come. In plain words, I have been instructed to apprehend Lord Eric Temple and fetch him to London. You see, I am quite frank about it. You can aid me by being as frank in return, ladies."
