You should have seen, had you
reflected, that - as I told the court - had I been coming to a
clandestine meeting, I should hardly have driven up in so open a
fashion, and left the curricle to wait for me at the gates.
"The death of Samoval and my own arrest thwarted our plans and
prevented Dick's escape. That is the truth. Now that you have it I
hope you like it, and I hope that you thoroughly relish your own
behaviour in the matter."
There was a fluttering sigh of relief from Miss Armytage. Then
silence followed, in which O'Moy stared at Tremayne, emotion after
emotion sweeping across his mobile face.
"Dick Butler?" he said at last, and cried out: "I don't believe a
word of it! Ye're lying, Tremayne."
"You have cause enough to hope so."
The captain was faintly scornful.
"If it were true, Una would not have kept it from me. It was to
me she would have come."
"The trouble with you, O'Moy, is that jealousy seems to have robbed
you of the power of coherent thought, or else you would remember
that you were the last man to whom Una could confide Dick's presence
here. I warned her against doing so. I told her of the promise you
had been compelled to give the secretary, Forjas, and I was even at
pains to justify you to her when she was indignant with you for
that.
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