“I have certainly seen him before, madam.”

Diana sat back on her heels and eyed him wonderingly.

“I believe you do not wish to answer me,” she said slowly. “Tell me, is ‘Everard’ that man’s real name?”

My lord twisted the ring on his finger uneasily. He did not feel himself at liberty to expose Belmanoir, and if he should reveal his true identity, it was quite possible that Mr. Beauleigh might seek him out, in which case he himself might be recognised. He looked up.

“Pardon me, mademoiselle, but whence this cross-examination?”

Diana nodded placidly.

“I thought you would refuse, but I have discovered something that will confound you, sir!” She rose to her feet. “I will go and get it.” She walked gracefully away towards the house, and my lord watched her go.