"Because he saw that he had been wrong in forcing Dane to do what he did.
Dane was too hasty.
He should have waited till Denham was a safe distance away, and then have executed the deed.
As it was I believe that Denham came out to find the girl dead, and knowing he might be accused, lost his head.
Otherwise he certainly would not have betrayed himself to Miss Anne.
She, believing him to be her father, secured the car and saved him.
A very clever woman, Mr. Ware.
I hope you will ask me to the wedding."
"How do you know it will ever take place?" asked Giles sadly.
"Because I am sure we shall find Miss Anne in the Priory.
I shall arrest Denham, and you can place the lady in charge of some friend, or send her up to her mother, the Princess Karacsay.
By the way, how does she come to be the mother?"
"It's a long story.
The Princess was married twice, first to George Franklin, of Jamaica, and secondly to Prince Karacsay.
But how do you know that when Morley arrived with Anne that Denham did not take fright and fly?"
"I don't think Morley would let him do that.
It is probable that Miss Anne would tell him what she knew, and there would be quite enough suspicion excited in Morley's mind to induce him to communicate with me."
"Has he done so?"
"Well, no, he hasn't. But then, he's a detective also, you see, and his professional jealousy, even although he has retired, may induce him to engineer this business himself.
But he shan't have the credit of it after all my work," cried Steel vehemently.
Then the detective began to turn over his notes, so as to prepare for the coming interview with Denham.
Giles gave himself up to his own thoughts, and rejoiced that he would soon see Anne again.
Her character would be cleared, and then she would become his wife.
Ware was much relieved that Olga had overcome her foolish fancy for him, but he could not be sure if her cure was permanent.
When she excused herself, she was weak and exhausted, and he dreaded lest when she recovered she should begin to persecute him again.
But after all, as he reflected, it really did not much matter.
The future of Anne was taken out of her hands, and the Princess Karacsay would not permit Olga to play fast and loose with Anne's happiness.
Giles remembered how Olga had told him that Anne was at school at Hampstead, but had not said a word about the convent at Milan.
No doubt Anne, when she first came to England, had gone for a few finishing lessons to the Hampstead school, for there she had met Mrs. Cairns.
Still, Olga all the time had known much more of Anne's history than she had chosen to tell. And if the Princess Karacsay had not been so candid, Ware doubted very much if Olga would have confessed her relationship with Anne.
Yet on second thought he fancied he might be doing the Hungarian sister wrong.
In spite of her proposed treachery, she was really fond of Anne, and perhaps would not have delivered her up to the police.
In fact, after she brought her mother over to unmask Denham, and had thus made her aware of Anne's existence, she could not do that without provoking her mother's undying enmity.
On the whole, Olga was something of a problem, and although Giles wished to think of her as kindly as he could, he determined to see as little of her as was possible after the marriage.
He did not trust her.
There was too much of the untamed tigress about the girl.
When the train arrived at Barnham, a trap ordered by Giles was waiting to take them to Rickwell.
On the platform Steel was met by a local policeman who seemed to be much excited.
"I have acted according to your instructions, sir," he said, touching his helmet.
"Well," said Steel sharply while Giles lingered to listen—for everything the detective said was interesting to him; he still doubted his intentions regarding Anne—"did Mr. Morley bring down Miss Denham?"
"No, sir," was the unexpected answer. "Mr. Morley has not come back since he went up to town two nights ago.
He went by the nine train."
"The same train as I went by," interposed Giles.
"Are you sure?" said Steel, and Giles fancied he saw a smile play round his rather full lips.
"Yes, sir. Mr. Morley on the evening he went away called at the Priory and had a quarrel with Mr. Franklin, sir.
They came to blows, sir, and Mr. Franklin's leg is broken."
"Then he has not left Rickwell?"
"No, sir.
He's laid up with the broken leg and his daughter is nursing him.
He's awful bad, I've been told, sir, by Mrs. Parry."