"Did--he tell you, did he--tell you, Dorothy Fair ?" Dorothy shook her head in a mute terror that was almost horror.

It seemed as if she would sink to the floor under Madelon's heavy hands.
Alvin Mead stood staring at them.
"Didn't he--tell you--I was the one who--stabbed Lot?
Didn't he--tell you ?" "She's at it again," muttered Alvin Mead.
Dorothy shook her head.

"He wouldn't speak," she said, faintly.

"He would say nothing about it." Madelon fairly shook her.

"Couldn't you make him speak?
_You!_" "I couldn't, I couldn't, Madelon!" "Did you tell him your heart would break if he didn't--that you couldn't marry him if he didn't ?" "Yes--don't, don't--look at me so, Madelon." Alvin Mead stepped forward.