noon
But before she had crossed the threshold of the room , he was obliged to take her in his arms to save her from falling , and it was in his arms that she was carried back to the carriage which she had left so smilingly . But for those who were left behind there was more bad news to hear . In London no secret can be kept even from the ears of those whose heart it breaks to hear it . Before noon the newsboys were crying in the streets -- `` Brutal murder of a gentleman on his wedding-day . Arrest of a well-known journalist . '' And everywhere the name bandied from pillar to post was that of Mr. Caspar Brooke , who had been arrested on suspicion of having caused the death of Oliver Trent . To those who knew Caspar Brooke best , it seemed ridiculously impossible that he should have been accused of any act of violence .