There's no reason I shouldn't write to my relative.

And I must get at the mystery of this thing." "Don't do that, Cousin William, don't, I beg of you!" The girl was greatly excited now.

Her face was drawn with terrified apprehension and her voice shook with fear.
"Why not ?" Farnsworth demanded, and he grasped her arm as she tried to run away.

"I'm going to have this out now, Azalea! _Why_ shan't I write to Uncle Thorpe ?" "Be--because he isn't--he isn't there--" "Is he dead ?" "Oh, _no_! He's--he's--gone away on a--a business trip." "You're making up, Azalea,--I see it in your face.

Tell me the truth about him.