His flippancy had irritated Kenneth from the start, and the mention of Connie made him furious. Had he no sense of decency? It seemed not, and Kenneth’s face was white and hard as he advanced a few steps and stood before his cousin like an avenging nemesis. Something in his attitude and expression made Hal stare at him in wonder, as he said, “What is it, Ken, that you seem so savage, as if you had come to eat me?” “I haven’t come to eat you, but to kill you!” Kenneth replied, producing a revolver and holding it within a few feet of Harry, who staggered back into his chair, sure that Kenneth was mad. “Kill me!” he gasped. “For what?” “For bigamy,” Kenneth answered. “For blighting the life of the sweetest girl that ever lived, and degrading another.” He was certainly mad, and Harry moved a little out of the range of the pistol, which followed and covered him. “Ken,” he began, “you are crazy. I am no bigamist. I have never married but one girl, and that is Kitty.” “It’s a lie,” Kenneth roared, while there began to steal into his mind a ray of hope that either there was a mistake or Harry was not the man. “What about Connie Elliott, whom you married in Interlaken? Have you forgotten her so soon?” Harry drew a deep breath of relief and tried to become his old easy self. But it was hard work. There was a good deal that was crooked to explain, and the revolver was dangerously near to him. “Does Connie think that of me?” he asked; and Kenneth replied, “She thinks you a villain.” “I am a villain, double dyed, but not so bad as that,” Harry said. “Take a chair, Ken; take two chairs, if you like, but drop that murderous thing you are holding under my nose, I can’t talk with it in front of me. It might go off, you know.” There was a good deal of the winsome Hal about him, and Kenneth began to feel its influence, and held the pistol at his side, but would not sit down. “I may shoot you yet, and can do it better standing,” he said. “Begin at once, and be sure you tell the truth. I shall know if you are lying, and my pistol will not miss its mark.” “Heavens and earth!” Hal exclaimed. “Do you think I can lie with a loaded revolver in front of me, and you looking black as thunder? No, sir! I shall tell the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth.” He was getting flippant again, and Kenneth scowled as he began: “You remember the blow-out when Pondy rolled under the table.” Kenneth nodded and Hal went on: “Poor little beggar! He died last year in London with delirium tremens. I happened to be in the same hotel and was with him at the last, and just before he died he said to me, ‘I am going to enshoy myshelf immenshly,’ and perhaps he is, who knows? I don’t think our Heavenly Father holds grudges and blows out fellow’s brains for something he never did. Do you?”