Arthur turned away his head to hide a cynical smile. He had good reasons for thinking it was not the one he had flung out of the window yesterday.

A tall woman came in, wearing a thick veil, that concealed her features.

She entered on her business at once.

"You lost a prayer-book in this Square yesterday, madam."

"You offer twenty guineas reward for it."

Helen examined it, and said with joy it was hers.

Arthur was thunderstruck. He could not believe his senses.

His eyes went at once to the writing.