"And yet there _is_ something," she asserted, and the straight brows went together in a little frown of perplexity. "You don't ask me how I know: I'm going to tell you, Mr. Ford--though it's rather shameful. Three days ago, while we were in Denver, Mr. North came down to the car to see Uncle Sidney." "Yes?" he encouraged. "They were closeted in Uncle Sidney's state-room for a long time," she went on. "I--I was walking with Miss Van Bruce, up and down on the station platform beside the Nadia, Uncle Sidney had told me not to go very far away because we were likely to start at any moment. The--the car windows were open--" Her embarrassment was growing painfully apparent, and Ford came to the rescue. "You were not even constructively to blame," he hastened to say. "They must surely have seen you passing and repassing, and if they wished for privacy they might have closed the windows." "I didn't hear much: only a word or two, now and then. They were talking about you and brother; and--" She stopped short and laid her hand on the throttle-lever of the big engine: "What did you say this was for?" she asked ingenuously. Ford's up-glance of surprise was answered by a glimpse of Penfield sauntering past on the other side of the track. She could not have seen, but she had doubtless heard his footsteps on the gravel. "It's the throttle," said Ford, answering her question. And then: "Please go on: he is out of hearing." "They were speaking of you and brother; and--and of _me_. I can't repeat a single sentence entire, but I know Mr. North was accusing you in some way, and apparently implicating me. Perhaps I listened in self-defense. Do you think I did, Mr. Ford?" "You certainly had a good right to," said Ford, who would have sworn in her behalf that the morally black was spotlessly white. "But how could you be implicated?" "That was what puzzled me then--and it is puzzling me still. They said--or rather Mr. North said--that you--that you had _bought_ me!" Ford did not say that he would like to buy, beg, borrow or steal any kind of right to call her his own, but if his lips did not form the words they were lying at the bottom of the steady gray eyes for her to take or leave as she chose. "I am sure you couldn't have heard that part of it quite straight," he said, almost regretfully. "But I did, because it was repeated. Mr. North insisted that you had bought me; and I didn't like the way in which he said it, either. He called me 'the little Alicia'." "What!" said Ford; and then a flood of light burst in upon at least one of the dark places. "It's only a mine," he said sheepishly. "And I did buy it, or half of it." She was regarding him accusingly now. "Did you--did you name it?" she asked, and there was the merest breath of frost in the air. He was glad to be able to tell the truth without flinching.