and I can tell you all. I have the newspapers here for you." He motioned to a roll under his arm.
The two went down to the harbor, and finding the sailor waiting with the boat at the steps, were rowed to the yacht and got on board. Here the two men were all alone. Then, with a preliminary clearing of his voice, Castleton began his story:
"Frank Onslow—better get the worst over at once—just after you went away from Harrogate your wife was tried for murder and acquitted."
"My God! Fenella tried for murder? Whose murder?"
"That scoundrel De Mürger. It seems he went into her room in the night and attempted violence, so she stabbed him——"
Castleton stopped in amazement, for a look of radiance came over Frank Onslow's face, as he murmured "Thank God!" Recalled to himself by Castleton's silence, for he was too amazed to go on, Frank said: "I have a reason, old fellow; I shall tell it to you later, but go on. Tell me all the facts, or let me read the papers. Remember I am as yet quite ignorant of it all and I am full of anxiety!"
Without a word Castleton handed him the papers, and, lighting a fresh cigar, sat down with his back to him, and presently yielded to the sun and fresh air and fell into a doze.
