"Very well. Perhaps that is best. Dear, either this man whom you have known as Eaton will never be found or, if he is found, he cannot be let to live. You understand?" "Why? For the shooting of Cousin Wallace? He never did that! I don't believe that; I don't think Father believes that; you'll never make any jury believe that. So if that's all you have to tell me, let me go!" She struggled again but Avery held her. "I was not talking about that; that's not necessary--to bring that against him." "Necessary?" "No; nor is it necessary, if he is caught, even to bring him before a jury. That's been done already, you see." "Done already?" Avery nodded again toward the photograph on the table. "Yes, Harry, have you never seen a picture with the numbers printed in below like that? Can't you guess yet where your father must have sent for that picture? Don't you know what those numbers mean?" "What do they mean?" "They are the figures of his number in what is called 'The Rogue's Gallery'; now have you heard of it?" "Go on." "And they mean he has committed a crime and been tried and convicted of it; they mean in this case that he has committed a murder!" "A murder!" "For which he was convicted and sentenced." "Sentenced!" "Yes; and is alive now only because before the sentence could be carried out, he escaped. That man, Philip Eaton, is Hugh--" "Hugh!" "Hugh Overton, Harry!" "Hugh Overton!" "Yes; I found it out to-day. The police have just learned it, too. I was coming to tell your father. He's Hugh Overton, the murderer of Matthew Latron!" Harriet fought herself free. Denial, revolt stormed in her. "It isn't so!" she cried. "He is not that man! Hugh--his name is Hugh; but he is not Hugh Overton. Mr. Warden said Hugh--this Hugh had been greatly wronged--terribly wronged. Mr. Warden tried to help Hugh even at the risk of his own life. He would not--nobody would have tried to help Hugh Overton!" "Mr. Warden probably had been deceived." "No; no!" "Yes, Harry; for this man is certainly Hugh Overton." "It isn't so! I know it isn't so!" "You mean he told you he was--some one else, Harry?" "No; I mean--" She faced him defiantly. "Father let me keep the photograph! I asked him, and he said, 'Do whatever you wish with it.' He knew I meant to keep it! He knows who Hugh is, so he would not have said that, if--if--" She heard a sound behind her and turned. Her father had come into the room. And as she saw his manner and his face she knew that what Avery had just told her was the truth. She shrank away from them. Her hands went to her face and hid it.