The House of the Schemers by Fred M. White

A thin sleet was beginning to fall as Cecil Wanless turned out of his club. It was early yet, too early to go home, as some of his friends had reminded him, but there was work before the young American. He had not dined at his club except for business purposes and to get his letters, and he had business reasons for seeing Ailsa Lefroy to-night.

It was not likely to be altogether a pleasant interview; but Wanless had been asking many pertinent questions lately, and he had decided that at any cost right must be done. And he was free to speak now, for Lady Altamont was penniless, and the jewels had been saved.