ng I remembered was Doctor van Heerden sitting
beside me and putting something into my arm. It hurt a little, but not
very much, and I remember I spoke to him. I think it was about you," a
little colour came to her face, "or perhaps he was speaking about you, I
am not sure," she said hurriedly; "I know that you came into it somehow,
and that is all I can recall."

"Nothing else?" he asked dismally.

"Nothing," she said.

"Try, try, try to remember," he urged her.

He realized he was being a pitiable coward and that he wanted to shift
the responsibility for the revelation upon her. She smiled, and shook
her head.

"I am sorry but I can't remember anything. Now you are going to tell
me."

He discovered that he was sitting on the edge of the chair and that he
was more nervous than he had ever been in his life.

"So I am going to tell you," he said, in a hollow voice, "of course I'll
tell you. It is rather difficult, you understand."

She looked at him kindly.

"I know it must be difficult for a man like you to speak of your own
achievements. But for once you are going to be immodest," she laughed.

"Well, you see," he began, "I knew van Heerden wanted to marry you. I
knew that all along. I guessed he wanted to marry you for your money,
because in the circumstances there was nothing else he could want to
marry you for," he added. "I mean," he corrected himself hastily, "that
money was the most attractive thing to him."

"This doesn't sound very flattering," she smiled.

"I know I am being crude, but you will forgive me when you learn what I
have to say," he said huskily. "Van Heerden wanted to marry you----"

"And he married me," she said, "and I am going to break that marriage as
soon as I possibly can."

"I know, I hope so," said Stanford Beale. "I believe it is difficult,
but I will do all I possibly can. Believe me, Miss Cresswell----"

"I am not Miss Cresswell any longer," she said with a wry little face,
"but please don't call me by my real name."

"I won't," he said fervently.

"You knew he wanted to marry me for my money and not for my beauty or my
accomplishments," she said, "and so you followed me down to Deans
Folly."

"Yes, yes, but I must explain. I know it will sound horrible to you and
you may have the lowest opinion of me, but I have got to tell you."

He saw the look of alarm gather in her eyes and plunged into his story.

"I thought that if you were already married van Heerden woul