It was from the Embassy in London, and it informed her in the briefest terms that Count Leven had been killed in St. Petersburg on the previous day, in the street, by a bomb intended for a high official.  Lady Maud made no sound, but folded the telegram into a small square and turned her back to the room for a moment in order to slip it unnoticed into the body of her black velvet gown.  As she recovered her former attitude she was surprised to see that the butler was still standing two steps from her where he had stopped after he had taken the cups from the piano and set them on the small salver on which he had brought the message.  He evidently wanted to say something to her alone.

Lady Maud moved away from the piano, and he followed her a little beyond the window, till she stopped and turned to hear what he had to say.

‘There are three persons asking for Mr. Van Torp, my lady,’ he said in a very low tone, and she noticed the disturbed look in his face.  ‘They’ve got a motor-car waiting in the avenue.’

‘What sort of people are they?’ she asked quietly; but she felt that she was pale.

‘To tell the truth, my lady,’ the butler spoke in a whisper, bending his head, ‘I think they are from Scotland Yard.’

Lady Maud knew it already; she had almost guessed it when she had glanced at his face before he spoke at all.

‘Show them into the old study,’ she said, ’and ask them to wait a moment.’

The butler went away with his two coffee cups, and scarcely any one had noticed that Lady Maud had exchanged a few words with him by the window.  She turned back to the piano, where Margaret was still sitting on the stool with her hands in her lap, looking at Logotheti in the distance and wondering whether she meant to marry him or not.

‘No bad news, I hope?’ asked the singer, looking up as her friend came to her side.

‘Not very good,’ Lady Maud answered, leaning her elbow on the piano.  ’Should you mind singing something to keep the party together while I talk to some tiresome men who are in the old study?  On these June evenings people have a way of wandering out into the garden after dinner.  I should like to keep every one in the house for a quarter of an hour, and if you will only sing for them they won’t stir.  Will you?’

Margaret looked at her curiously.

‘I think I understand,’ Margaret said.  ’The people in the study are asking for Mr. Van Torp.’

Lady Maud nodded, not surprised that Logotheti should have told the Primadonna something about what he had been doing.

‘Then you believe he is innocent,’ she said confidently.  ’Even though you don’t like him, you’ll help me, won’t you?’

‘I’ll do anything you ask me.  But I should think—­’

‘No,’ Lady Maud interrupted.  ’He must not be arrested at all.  I know that he would rather face the detectives than run away, even for a few hours, till the truth is known.  But I won’t let him.  It would be published all over the world to-morrow morning that he had been arrested for murder in my father’s house, and it would never be forgotten against him, though he might be proved innocent ten times over.  That’s what I want to prevent.  Will you help me?’