So she trusted, and then one day--" For the next five minutes the words poured from him in moroseness.

He drew a picture of the lonely wood, of the believing credulous girl and the masterful, intellectual, skilful man.

In the midst of it Tarboe started.

The description of the place and of the man was familiar.

He had a vision of a fair young girl encompassed by clanger; he saw her in the man's arms; the man's lips to hers, and-- "Good God--good God!" he said twice, for a glimmer of the truth struck him.