The superintendent's calm method, his interpolated apologies, as it were, for applying the probe, were beginning to interest him.
"Your second effort is more successful, superintendent," he said dryly.
"Miss Melhuish did urge me to obtain her freedom.

It was, she thought, only a matter of money with Mr.Ingerman, and she would be given material for a divorce." "Ah," murmured Fowler again, as though the discreditable implication fitted in exactly with the life history of a noted scoundrel in a written _dossier_ then lying in his office.

"You objected, may I suggest, to that somewhat doubtful means of settling a difficulty ?" "Something of the kind." Assuredly, Grant did not feel disposed to lay bare his secret feelings before this persuasive superintendent and an absurdly conceited village constable.

Love, to him, was an ideal, a blend of mortal passion and immortal fire.

But the flame kindled on that secret altar had scorched and seared his soul in a wholly unforeseen way.