She plucked at Cleek's sleeve and looked up at him in an agony of entreaty.

"Who ?" she implored.

"Who in this house could?
You said you would tell to-night--you said you would.

Oh, who could have the heart?
Ah! Who?
It is true, if you have not heard it, that once upon a time there was bad blood between Mr.Murdock and him--that Mr.Murdock is a family connection; but even he, oh, even he--Tell me--tell me, Mr.Cleek!" "Mrs.Bawdrey, I can't just yet," he made reply.

"In my heart I am as certain of it as though the criminal had confessed; but I am waiting for a sign, and, until that comes, absolute proof is not possible.