Turning to Guest, with flashing eyes, she said, "Is it true--are you the son of Dr.West, and"-- she hesitated--"kept out of your inheritance by US ?" "I AM the son of Dr.West," he said, earnestly, "though I alone had the right to tell you that at the proper time and occasion.

Believe me that I have given no one the right--least of all any tool of Prince--to TRADE upon it." "Then," said Carroll, fiercely, forgetting everything in his anger, "perhaps you will disclaim before this young lady the charge made by your employer that Pereo was instigated to Dr.West's murder by her mother ?" Again he had overshot the mark.

The horror and indignation depicted in Guest's face was too plainly visible to Maruja, as well as himself, to permit a doubt that the idea was as new as the accusation.

Forgetting her bewilderment at these revelations, her wounded pride, a torturing doubt suggested by Guest's want of confidence in her--indeed everything but the outraged feelings of her lover, she flew to his side.

"Not a word," she said, proudly, lifting her little hand before his darkening face.