It was Sir Lyon’s quiet voice which uttered those five words very gravely.

Sir Lyon liked Helen Brabazon.  She was the only one of the party, with the exception of Bill Donnington, whom he did like.  He was puzzled, however, by her apparent intimacy with their attractive host.  How and where could Varick have come across the Burnabys and their niece?  They had nothing in common with his usual associates and surroundings.  In their several ways they were like beings from different planets.

Sir Lyon knew a great deal about Lionel Varick, though he had seen nothing of him during the few months Varick’s married life had lasted.  Like Miss Farrow, Sir Lyon was honestly glad that his present host, after turning some dangerous corners, had drifted, by an amazing series of lucky bumps, into so safe and pleasant a haven.  There are certain people, who, when unsatisfied, and baulked of whatever may be their hidden desires, are dangerous to their fellows.  Such a man, Sir Lyon was secretly convinced, had been Lionel Varick.  Such, evidently, was he no longer.

“Would you like to see the haunted room?” He heard Varick ask the question in that deep, musical voice which many people found so attractive.  Helen eagerly assented, and they disappeared together.

Sir Lyon and Bill Donnington went off to the library, and for a few moments Blanche Farrow and Miss Burnaby were alone together in the hall.  “Your niece seems to have very remarkable psychic gifts,” said the old lady hesitatingly.

And Blanche suddenly remembered—­Why, of course!  Miss Burnaby had been one of the people most strongly affected by what had happened the night before; she must choose her words carefully.  So, “Bubbles has a remarkable gift of thought-reading,” she answered quietly.  “Personally I am quite convinced that it’s not anything more.”

“Are you?” There was a curious, questioning look on Miss Burnaby’s usually placid face.  “D’you think then, that what happened last night was all thought-reading?”

“Certainly I think so!  But I admit that perhaps I am not a fair judge, for I haven’t the slightest belief in what Bubbles would call occultism.”

“I know a lady who goes in for all that sort of thing,” said Miss Burnaby slowly.  “My brother disapproves of my acquaintance with her.  She once took me to what is called a Circle, and, of course, I could not help feeling interested.  But the medium who was there was not nearly as remarkable as Miss Dunster seems to be; I mean she did not get the same results—­at any rate, not in my case.”

“I’m afraid what happened last night rather upset you,” said Blanche uncomfortably.  “I know it would have annoyed me very much if the same thing had happened to me.”

“It is true that I was, as a girl, engaged to an Austrian officer.  We were very devoted to one another, but my dear father refused his consent.  So what occurred last night brought back many painful memories.”