See!" she cried, her excitement and agitation growing; "see how Mr.Reed, the bank president there at home, the one who wrote that letter, see what he did for Charles! He knows, too; he knows the whole story.

I--I wrote to him.

I wrote that very night when you told me, Mr.Winslow.

I explained everything, I begged him--he is an old, old friend of our family-- to do this thing for our sakes.

You see, it wasn't asking him to lie, or to do anything wrong.