Two cases were summarily dealt with, and then Lamont was brought into court. He looked ill, but was perfectly collected. He even acknowledged the inspector's presence with a slight smile. His arrival created a stir in the public part of the court. There had been no press warning that the case would be dealt with there today, and all those present were either curious idlers or friends of principles in other cases. Grant had looked for Mrs. Everett, but she was not there. Lamont's sole friend in court seemed to be the paid one who had charge of his interests. Nevertheless, Grant looked again now for a sign of personal interest on any face. He had found before now that useful information can be obtained from the expressions of presumed strangers in the body of a court. But a careful scrutiny revealed nothing; nothing but curiosity was apparent on any countenance in the audience. But as he left the box, after giving his evidence, he saw a newcomer at the back of the court, and the newcomer was Miss Dinmont. Now Miss Dinmont's holiday did not finish for a week yet, and she had said at that fateful manse 'tea that since she had holidays only once a year she spent them all at home; and as he sat down Inspector Grant was marvel-ling at the girl who would not soften to-wards a man she believed to be guilty of a terrible thing, but who would cut short her holiday and travel five hundred miles to hear the evidence for herself. Lamont had his back to her, and it was unlikely, unless he deliberately looked round the room as he went out, that he would be aware of her presence. She caught the inspector's eye upon her, and bowed to him, unperturbed. In her neat, dark tailor-made and small hat she looked the complete, self-possessed, charming woman of the world. She might have been a writer looking for copy, for all the emotion she showed. Even when Lamont was remanded and led out of court, her good-looking face was not stirred. They were very alike, aunt and niece, Grant thought; that was probably why they did not like each other. He went up to her as she was leaving and greeted her.

"Are you doing anything, Miss Dinmont? Come and have lunch with me, will you?"

"I thought inspectors lived on tablets of condensed beef extract, or something like that, during the day. Do they really have time to sit down to a meal?"

"Not only that, but they have a very good one. Come and see!" And she smiled and came.

He took her to Laurent's, and over the meal she was quite frank about her change of plans. "I couldn't stay in Carninnish after what happened," she said. "And I had an itch to hear the court proceedings, so I just came. I have never been in a court of law in my life before. It isn't an impressive spectacle."

"Not a police court, perhaps," he admitted; "but wait till you see a big trial."

"I hope I never shall — but it seems that I'm going to. You have a beautiful case, haven't you?"

"That is the word my chief uses about it."

"And don't you agree?" she asked quickly.

"Oh, yes, certainly." To admit to Mrs. Everett that he was not satisfied was one thing, but he was not going to blazon it abroad. And this independent girl was certainly "abroad."

Presently she mentioned Lamont directly. "He looks bad," she said judicially, using «bad» in her professional sense. "Will they look after him in prison?"

"Oh, yes," said Grant; "they take very good care of them."

"Is there any chance of their badgering him? Because I warn you he won't stand any badgering as he is now. Either he'll be seriously ill or he'll say that he did it."

"Then you don't believe he did?"

"I think it's unlikely, but I'm quite aware that the fact that I think so doesn't make it so. I just want him to get a fair deal."

Grant remarked on her matter-of-fact acceptance of his word at Carninnish as to the man's guilt.

"Well," she said, "you knew much more about it than I did. I never saw him till three days previously. I liked him — but that didn't make him guilty or innocent. Besides, I'd rather be a brute than a fool."

Grant considered this unfeminine pronouncement in silence, and she repeated her question.

"Oh, no," Grant said; "this isn't America. And in any case, he has made his statement, as you heard, and he is not likely to change his mind or make another."

"Has he any friends?"

"Only your aunt, Mrs. Everett."

"And who will pay for his defence?"

Grant explained.

"Then he can't have any of the good ones. That doesn't seem to me particularly fair — for the law to keep famous lawyers to do their prosecuting and not famous lawyers to defend poor criminals."

Grant grinned. "Oh, he'll have a fair deal, don't you worry. It is the police who are harried round in a murder case."

"Did you never, in all your experience, know a case where the law made a mistake?"

"Yes, several," Grant admitted cheerfully. "But they were all cases of mistaken identity. And that's not in question here."

"No; but there must be cases where the evidence is nothing but a lot of things that have nothing to do with each other put together until they look like something. Like a patchwork bedcover."

She was getting too «hot» to be comfortable in her search after enlightenment, and Grant reassured her and unostentatiously changed the subject — and presently fell silent; a sudden idea had occurred to him. If he went down to Eastbourne alone, Mrs. Ratcliffe, however casual his appearance, might be suspicious of his bona fides. But if he appeared with a woman companion he would be accepted at once as off duty, and any suspicion his presence might arouse would be lulled until he could get Mrs. Ratcliffe completely off her guard. And the whole success of the expedition depended on that — that she should be unprepared for any demonstration on his part.

"Look here," he said, "are you doing anything this afternoon?"

"No; why?"

"Have you done your good deed for the day?"

"No, I think I've been entirely selfish today."

"Well, get it off your chest by coming down to Eastbourne with me this afternoon as my cousin, and being my cousin till dinner. Will you?"

She considered him gravely. "I don't think so. Are you on the track of some other unhappy person?"

"Not exactly. I'm on the track of something, I think."

"I don't think so," she said slowly. "If it were just fun, I'd do it like a shot. But when it means something I don't know for someone I've never met — you see?"

"I say, I can't tell you about it, but if I give you my word that you'll never regret it, will you believe me and come?"

"But why should I believe you?" she said sweetly.

The inspector was rather staggered. He had commended her lack of faith in Lamont, but her logical application of it to himself disconcerted him.

"I don't know why," he admitted. "I sup-pose police officers are just as capable of fibbing as any one."

"And considerably more unscrupulous than most," she added dryly.

"Well, it's just a matter for your own decision, then. You won't regret coming. I'll swear to that, if you like — and police officers are not given to perjury, however unscrupulous they may be."

She laughed. "That got you, didn't it?" she said delightedly. And after a pause, "Yes, I'll come and be your cousin with pleasure. None of my cousins are half as good-looking." But the mockery in her tone was too apparent for Grant to find much pleasure in the compliment.

They went down through the green countryside to the sea, however, in perfect amity, and when Grant looked up suddenly and saw the downs he was surprised. There they stood in possession of the landscape, like some one who has tiptoed into a room unheard, and startles the occupant by appearing in the middle of the floor. He had never known a journey to the south coast pass so quickly. They were alone in the compartment, and he proceeded to give her her bearings.