What can it be ?" "You have never spoken to him of your suspicions?
Asked him ?" "Yes and no.

I tried once, and shall never forget the expression of his face.

Then he turned on me in a perfect paroxysm of anger.

I never even dared hint at the matter again." The Sergeant stared out into the street, not knowing what to say, or how to advise.

Almost unconscious of the action his hand stole along the rail until it touched hers.
"If the woman has not ensnared him by her usual methods," he said soberly, "and I think myself you are right about that, for I watched them together in the dance hall--I did not comprehend what it meant then, but it seemed to me he actually disliked being in her company--then she has uncovered something in his past of which he is afraid, something unknown to you, which he does not desire you ever to know." "Yes," softly, "that must be true." "No; it may not be true; it may all be a lie, concocted for a purpose.
A clever woman might so manipulate circumstances as to convince him she held his fate in her hands.