Shaking himself, as if to be freed from a spell, he said, at last, "Miss Stuart, I am _not_ sure. I am convinced of your innocence, but the only theory of guilt that I can conceive of is so difficult, so almost impossible of proof, and so lacking in plausibility, that it seems hopeless. If determination and desperate effort can do it, you shall be exonerated. But there are many circumstances not in your favor. These I shall overcome, eventually. But, to be honest, until I can get a clue or a link of some sort to join my purely imaginative theory to some tangible fact, I can do little. I am working day and night in my efforts to find this connection I seek, but it may take a long time. Meanwhile----" "Meanwhile, I may be arrested?" Pauline's voice was a mere whisper; her face was drawn and white with fear. To Stone she did not look like a guilty woman, but like an innocent girl, frightened at thought of unjust suspicion and terrorized by imagination of the unknown horrors that might come to her. "Oh, help me!" she moaned, "Mr. Stone, can't you help me?" "Pauline!" he exclaimed, taking her hands in his; "Pauline! Go!" he cried, tensely: "I will save you, but until I do, keep away from me! You unnerve me! I cannot think!" "I understand!" and Pauline slowly drew her hands from his. "I will keep away from you." Stone let her go. He closed the door after her, locked it, and threw himself into a chair. What had he done? Full well he knew what he had done. Hardy was right. He had fallen in love with Pauline Stuart! He realized it, quietly, honestly, as he would have realized any incontrovertible fact. His subconsciousness was that of a deep, still gladness; but, strangely enough, his surface thought was that since he had fallen in love with her, so undeniably, so irrevocably, she _must_ be innocent. Then on the heels of this thought, came another, equally logical: if he deemed her innocent, was it not only because he loved her? It was only after an hour of deep thought that Fleming Stone pulled himself together and realized with a conquering assurance, that he could go on with the case, and do his duty. If, as he was confident, he could prove his vague theory to be fact, then his love for Pauline would help him to good work and triumphant conclusions. If, instead, his further investigations showed his theory to be false, then he must push on, and if--it couldn't be, but if--well,--he could always drop the case. But,--and of this he was certain,--his heart should not only be kept from interfering with the work of his head but it should help and encourage such desperately clever work that success must come. Pauline did not appear at dinner that night, and on inquiry, Stone was told she had gone over to New York for a day or two. This, then, was what she had meant when she said, "I will keep away from you."