rought to court, and Quincy Lenox too,
with the detective and his wife, and a few others. It is almost too much
that you have been made acquainted with the doubts of these people. I
bear with it, but I shall not endure one degree more of publicity. Once
it is known that I am thought to be Horace Endicott, then the whole
world must know quite as thoroughly that I am Arthur Dillon; and also
who these people are that so foolishly pursue me. It cannot but appear
to the average crowd that this new form of persecution is no more than
an outgrowth of the old."

Then they glared at each other mildly, for the passions of yesterday
were still warm. Livingstone's mood had changed, however. He felt
speculatively certain that Horace Endicott sat before him, and he knew
Sonia to be a guilty woman. As his mind flew over the humiliating events
which connected him with Dillon, consolation soothed his wounded heart
that he had been overthrown perhaps by one of his own, rather than by
the Irish. The unknown element in the contest had given victory to the
lucky side. He recalled his sense of this young fellow's superiority to
his environment. He tried to fathom Arthur's motive in this visit, but
failed. As a matter of fact Arthur was merely testing the thoroughness
of his own disappearance. His visit to Livingstone the real Dillon would
have made. It would lead the lawyer to believe that Sonia, in giving up
her design, had been moved by his advice and not by a quiet, secret
conversation with her husband. Livingstone quickly made up his mind that
the divorce suit would have to be won by default, but he wished to learn
more of this daring and interesting kinsman.

"The decision must remain with Mrs. Endicott," he said after a pause. "I
shall tell her, before your name is mixed up with the matter, just what
she must expect. If she has anything to fear from a public trial you are
undoubtedly the man to bring it out."

"Thank you."

"I might even use persuasion ..."

"It would be a service to the Endicott family," Arthur said earnestly,
"for I can swear to you that the truth will come out, the scandal which
Horace Endicott fled to avoid and conceal forever."

"Did you know Endicott?"

"Very well indeed. I was his guide in California every time he made a
trip to that country."

"I might persuade Mrs. Endicott," said the lawyer with deeper interest,
"for the sake of the family name, to surrender her foolish theory. It is
quite clear to