“Mother,” cried Flora, “you don’t think Ralph did it?”

 

“Come, Mrs. Ackroyd,” said Blunt.

 

“I don’t know what to think,” said Mrs. Ackroyd tearfully. “It’s all very

upsetting. What would happen to the estate, I wonder, if Ralph were found

guilty?”

 

Raymond pushed his chair away from the table violently. Major Blunt remained

very quiet, looking thoughtfully at her. “Like shell-shock, you know,” said Mrs.

Ackroyd obstinately, “and I dare say Roger kept him very short of money—with the

best intentions, of course. I can see you are all against me, but I do think it

is very odd that Ralph has not come forward, and I must say I am thankful

Flora’s engagement was never announced formally.”

 

“It will be to-morrow,” said Flora in a clear voice.

 

“Flora!” cried her mother, aghast.

 

Flora had turned to the secretary.

 

“Will you send the announcement to the _Morning Post_ and the _Times_, please,

Mr. Raymond.”

 

“If you are sure that it is wise, Miss Ackroyd,” he replied gravely.