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"What are you i?" He spoke a little more clearly now, "II believe after all I' here and there, caught sight of a small decanter of brandy which stood on the table at his elbow As a ht there for a patient whose nerves had failed hi what practically amounted to a sentence of death; but to Cheniston the innocent object appeared as the confir, Iris" His disdain was cruel "We o and find some one else--some one who hasn't fuddled his wits like our friend here"

Iris' eyes, following his, had seen the brandy; and in a flash of insight she knehat he meant But before she could speak, could utter the denial which trembled on her lips, Anstice himself interposed

"You are ly, but his eyes looked less dio "That"--he pointed to the decanter--"is not ht; and I fear I' any one for the present; but it is not brandy which is responsible, I assure you of that"

He stopped, feeling suddenly that the effort of speech was toohimhe had only one desire on earth, that Iris Wayne would leave hiain, and let the fatho round hi flood

Yet by a great effort he stood upright, steadying hih all his rey eyes fixed upon his face with a great pity in their depths

"Dr Anstice"--regardless of Bruce's presence she took up the hypoder beah the open door--"you have been trying this way out--again?"

Her voice, which held no conde coed around him; and when he answered her his voice was almost steady

"Yes, Miss Wayne II could find no other way, and so--I took this one"

Iris placed the syringe down gently on the table, and her eyes were full of tears