I never knew where Mark was, or guessed what became of him, until I saw that advertisement, and putting two and two together to make four, I called to see Mr.Link, where I found you running the circus." "Why did you faint on the mention of the stiletto ?" "I told you the reason, and Link also." "Yes, but your reason was too weak to----" "Oh, well, you're right enough there," interrupted Lydia, smiling.

"All that talk of nerves and grief wasn't true.

I didn't give my real reason, but I will now.

When I heard that the old man had been stabbed by a stiletto I remembered that the one on the library wall had vanished some time before the Christmas Eve on which Mark was killed.

So you may guess I was afraid." "For yourself ?" "I guess not; it wasn't any of my funeral.