was very white. The deep
shadows of sleepless grief and anxiety were round her eyes--but in them
shone the fire of a dogged, dauntless courage. Her great untamed soul
was aflame with revolt against the implacable circumstances that had
placed the man whose name a thousand had blessed on the highroad to the
gallows. She threw herself against the wall of facts with all the force
of her primitive love. She was one of those whose trust rises to its
greatest heights when opposed to reason.

He greeted her kindly. He was cheerful and composed. He showed that he
was glad to see her.

"We shall save you, Jim!" she declared, straining back the tears that
sprang to her eyes at his kindness. "I know we shall! I know it!"

"God will save His workman," he returned quietly--"if it is His will."

He looked at her closely. And something very like affection came into
his face.

"You are pale," he said. "You are over strained. You haven't slept."

She bent her head, to hide her brimming eyes.

"My child...." he said gently.

"What does it matter," she sobbed, "if I haven't slept? How can I
sleep--when you are ... here?"

"Listen, my dear," he said--"we must face this thing squarely. It's no
use trying to shut our eyes to the truth, however unpleasant it may be.
As the case stands at present, no jury in the world could acquit me. I
have no reply to the charge, except to declare that I did not kill
Christine Manderson--and that will not help me. The evidence is more
than enough to satisfy any impartial, clear-thinking man or woman. It
would satisfy me. That I know myself to be innocent will not assist me
to establish my innocence. Thousands of things may happen in the
meantime--but I must prepare to suffer the penalty for a crime that I
did not commit."

"You shall not!" she cried passionately. "If there is justice in heaven
or earth, you shall not!"

"I do not cling to life," he returned. "It has very little to give me,
or to take away. Men may find me guilty--but I shall stand before God
innocent. It will not be the first time I have stood before God."

A spark of his old fanaticism flashed into his eyes for a moment, then
faded.

"I shall be ready," he said steadily, "for whatever He sends."

"Men shall not find you guilty," she declared. "There are three people
working for you. The truth will be discovered."

"Your mysterious Frenchman?" he smiled. "What has he done?"

"I don't know," she confessed. "He tells me not