“There were many oversights like mine, I have no doubt.  The Moors were reluctant enough to produce their captives.  We who were supposed to be dead were not particularly looked for.  I have no doubt there is many a poor English soldier sweating out his soul in the uplands of that country to this day.  I escaped two years ago, just about the time, in fact, when Miss Resilda Mardale became Mrs. Lashley.  I crept down over the hillside behind Tangier one dark evening, and lay all night beneath a bush of tamarisks dreaming the Moors were still about me.  But an inexplicable silence reigned and nowhere was the darkness spotted by the flame of any camp-fire.  In the morning I looked down to Tangier.  The first thing which I noticed was your broken stump of mole, the second that nowhere upon the ring of broken wall could be seen the flash of a red coat or the glitter of a musket-barrel.  I came down into Tangier, I had no money and no friends.  I got away in a felucca to Spain.  From Spain I worked my passage to England.  I came home nine months ago.  And here is the trouble.  Three months after I returned Major Lashley disappeared.  You understand?”

“Oh,” cried Sir Charles, and he jumped in his chair.  “I understand indeed.  Suspicion settled upon you,” and as it ever will upon the least provocation suspicion passed for a moment into Fosbrook’s brain.  He was heartily ashamed of it when he looked into Jerkley’s face.  It would need, assuredly, a criminal of an uncommon astuteness to come at this hour with this story.  Mr. Jerkley was not that criminal.

“Yes,” he answered simply, “I am looked at askance, devil a doubt of it.  I would not care a snap of the fingers were I alone in the matter; but there is Mrs. Lashley ... she is neither wife nor widow ... and,” he took a step across the room and said quickly—­and were she known for a widow, there is still the suspicion upon me like a great iron door between us.”

“Can you help us, Sir Charles!  Can you see light?”

“You must tell me the details of the Major’s disappearance,” said Sir Charles, and the following details were given.

On the eleventh of December and at ten o’clock of the evening Major Lashley left the house to visit the stables which were situated in the Park and at the distance of a quarter of a mile from the house.  A favourite mare, which he had hunted the day before, had gone lame, and all day Major Lashley had shown some anxiety; so that there was a natural reason why he should have gone out at the last moment before retiring to bed.  Mrs. Lashley went up to her room at the same time, indeed with so exact a correspondence of movement that as she reached the polished tulip-wood landing at the top of the stairs, she heard the front door latch as her husband drew it to behind him.  That was the last she heard of him.