“Did he get into some bad mix-up, poor fellow?” If there had been anything like that, no wonder it broke her up to think of him. It surely did break her up. She flushed emotionally. “The cruel thing was that he didn't really do what he was accused of,” she said. “He didn't?” “No; but he was a ruined man, and he went away to the Klondike because he could not stay in England. And he was killed--killed, poor boy! And afterward it was found out that he was innocent--too late.” “Gee!” Tembarom gasped, feeling hot and cold. “Could you beat that for rotten luck! What was he accused of?” Miss Alicia leaned forward and spoke in a whisper. It was too dreadful to speak of aloud. “Cheating at cards--a gentleman playing with gentlemen. You know what that means.” Tembarom grew hotter and colder. No wonder she looked that way, poor little thing! “But,”--he hesitated before he spoke,--“but he wasn't that kind, was he? Of course he wasn't.” “No, no. But, you see,”--she hesitated herself here,--“everything looked so much against him. He had been rather wild.” She dropped her voice even lower in making the admission. Tembarom wondered how much she meant by that. “He was so much in debt. He knew he was to be rich in the future, and he was poor just in those reckless young days when it seemed unfair. And he had played a great deal and had been very lucky. He was so lucky that sometimes his luck seemed uncanny. Men who had played with him were horrible about it afterward.” “They would be,” put in Tembarom. “They'd be sore about it, and bring it up.” They both forgot their tea. Miss Alicia forgot everything as she poured forth her story in the manner of a woman who had been forced to keep silent and was glad to put her case into words. It was her case. To tell the truth of this forgotten wrong was again to offer justification of poor handsome Jem whom everybody seemed to have dropped talk of, and even preferred not to hear mentioned. “There were such piteously cruel things about it,” she went on. “He had fallen very much in love, and he meant to marry and settle down. Though we had not seen each other for years, he actually wrote to me and told me about it. His letter made me cry. He said I would understand and care about the thing which seemed to have changed everything and made him a new man. He was so sorry that he had not been better and more careful. He was going to try all over again. He was not going to play at all after this one evening when he was obliged to keep an engagement he had made months before to give his revenge to a man he had won a great deal of money from. The very night the awful thing happened he had told Lady Joan, before he went into the card-room, that this was to be his last game.” Tembarom had looked deeply interested from the first, but at her last words a new alertness added itself. “Did you say Lady Joan?” he asked. “Who was Lady Joan?” “She was the girl he was so much in love with. Her name was Lady Joan Fayre.”