"Yes: you are looking for something for fear it should fall into the hands of the police." "I don't know what you mean." "Oh! is it possible that a man can be so base? Let me tell you, then. You are looking for the locket snapped from your chain when my poor father was stricken down." "Madelaine! what are you saying?" "Stricken down by the wretch whom, in my pity and love, I had asked him to receive into his house, that he might redeem his character, and prove to the world that he had only been weak." "You--you did this!" he gasped. "I did this; and found that in his love for his old friend my father had already determined to be a second father to his son." "Oh!" "And for what? To bring him where he might play the part of serpent on the hearth, and sting him to the quick." "Madelaine, for God's sake, mercy!" She could have none then. "To give shelter, ah! and, some day, the hand of the weak, trusting girl who loved him, and said, `Give him time, father, and he will change'--to give him some day her hand and love, and welcome him as a son." "Madelaine!" he cried, throwing himself on his knees to clasp the hem of her dress and literally grovel at her feet. "To the man who could stoop to be a vile contemptible thief!" "No, no, no!" cried Harry, springing to his feet; "not that--not that." "And rob him." "No; anything but that. I swear I did not do that." "And when detected in the act did not scruple to play the would-be murderer." "Madelaine, have pity!" "And cruelly struck him down." "Madelaine. All you say is not true." "Not true? Go up to where he lies hovering between life and death, and see your work. Coward! Villain! Oh, that I should ever have been so weak as to think I loved such a wretch as you!" He drew himself up. "It is not true," he said. "I did not commit that theft; and it was in my agony and shame at being found before the safe that I struck him down." "You confess you were there--that you were a partner in the crime?" "Yes, I was there," said Harry, slowly; "and I sinned. Well, I am ready. Take your revenge. I am in your hands. You have the evidence of my crime. Denounce me, and let me out of your sight for ever." "And my father's old friend--my second father? And Louise, my more than sister? What of them?" He quailed before her as she stood, her eyes flashing, a hectic flush on either cheek; and he felt that he had never known Madelaine Van Heldre till then. "Oh!" he groaned as he covered his face with his hands, "I am guilty. Let me suffer," he said slowly. "They will soon forget, for I shall be as one who is dead." "_No_," she said; "I cannot speak. If he who is hovering between life and death could advise, he would say, `Be silent; let his conscience be his judge.' I say the same. Go. The locket is not there." "The police?" he cried in a questioning tone. "No," she said; "the secret was mine. I found it tightly clasped in my poor father's hand." "Then the secret is safe."