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She drew her, hand away fronificantly "I know you can't believe me, Jeems It is impossible for you to believe me"

"And you don't want me to believe you, Marette"

"Yes--I do You must believe me"

"But the tress of hair--your hair--round Kedsty's neck--"

He stopped His words, spoken gently as they were, seemed brutal to him Yet he could not see that they affected her She did not flinch He saw no tremor of horror Steadily she continued to look into the fire And his brain grew confused Never in all his experience had he seen such absolute and unaffected self-control And somehow, it chilled hiather her close in his ar her to tell hiht help in the fight he was going to ht by the Police--it would probably be quite soon, wouldn't it?"

"They won't catch us"

"But our greatest danger of being caught is right now, isn't it?" she insisted

Kent took out his watch and leaned over to look at it in the fireglow "It is three o'clock," he said "Give ht, Gray Goose, and the Police will never find us"

For a moment or two ers twined softly round his thuain "Jeems--e are safe--e are sure the Police won't find us--I will tell you all that I know--about what happened in Kedsty's room And I will tell you--about--the hair I will tell you--everything" Her fingers tightened al," she repeated "I will tell you about that in Kedsty's room--and I will tell you about myself--and after that--I a no movement to touch her "No matter what you tell ave a little cry, scarcely more than a broken note in her throat, and Kent--had her face been turned toward hilory that caht--and passed as swiftly away

What he did see, when she turned her head, were eyes caught suddenly by so in slowly over the sill