"That man's name," he blazed, "is not Hugh Stires! It is a cloak he has chosen to cover his shame! He is the Reverend Henry Sanderson of Aniston!" CHAPTER XL FATE'S WAY Harry's pulses had leaped with excitement when the street preacher's first exclamation startled the court-room; now they were beating as though they must burst. He was not to finish the losing struggle. The decision was to be taken from his hands. Fate had interfered. This bigot who had once been the means of his undoing, was to be the _deus ex machina_. Through the stir about him he heard the crisp voice of the district attorney: "I ask your Honor's permission, before this extraordinary witness is examined further," he said caustically, "to read an item printed here which has a bearing upon the testimony." He held in his hand a newspaper which, earlier in the afternoon, with cynical disregard of Felder's tactics, he had been casually perusing. "I object, of course," returned Felder grimly. "Objection overruled!" snapped the irritated judge. "Read it, sir." Holding the newspaper to a candle, the lawyer read in an even voice, prefacing his reading with the journal's name and date: "This city, which was aroused in the night by the burning of St. James Chapel, will be greatly shocked to learn that its rector, the Reverend Henry Sanderson, who has been for some months on a prolonged vacation, was in the building at the time, and now lies at the city hospital, suffering from injuries from which it is rumored there is grave doubt of his recovery." In the titter that rippled the court-room Harry felt his heart bound and swell. Under the succinct statement he clearly discerned the fact. He saw the pitfall into which Hugh had fallen--the trap into which he himself had sent him on that fatal errand with the ruby ring on his finger. "Grave doubt of his recovery!"--a surge of relief swept over him to his finger-tips. Dead men can not be brought to bar--so Jessica would escape shame. With Hugh passed beyond human justice, he could declare himself. The bishop had guarded his secret, and saved the parish from an unwelcome scandal. He could explain--could tell him that illness and unbalance lay beneath that chapel game! He could take up his career! He would be free to go back--to be himself again--to be Jessica's--if Hugh died! The reading voice drummed in his ears: "The facts have not as yet been ascertained, but it seems clear that the popular young minister returned to town unexpectedly last night, and was asleep in his study when the fire started. His presence in the building was unguessed until too late, and it was by little short of a miracle that he was brought out alive. "As we go to press we learn that Mr. Sanderson's condition is much more hopeful than was at first reported."