He knew as well as anybody that she never gave it to Miss Farrel." "Now, Sylvia, he had to tell if he was asked," Henry said, soothingly, for Sylvia was beginning to show signs of hysterical excitement.

"He couldn't do anything else." "He could have forgot," Sylvia returned, shrilly.

"Men ain't so awful conscientious about forgetting.

He could have forgot." "He had to tell," repeated Henry.

"Don't get all wrought up over it, Sylvia." "I can't help it.