Without further remark Keith walked across to lock the window; returning, he extinguished a small lamp on the side table. He was tired out, knew he must be up early, and wanted above everything to get to bed. The hint was sufficiently obvious. Sansome rose. Nan's flush deepened with mortification. "Well, I'll just run along," said Sansome cheerfully. He did not ask for news of the evening, nor did Keith volunteer it. Keith nodded at him briefly and indifferently. He did not mean to be rude, but his wearied mind was filled to the exclusion of everything else with the significance of this day. Nan, feeling that she must make amends, followed Sansome into the hall. Her anxiety for Keith's safety relieved, her whole reaction was indignantly toward Sansome. "I'm sorry to have you go," she said, with a feeling that other circumstances could not have called out, "I don't know what I'd have done without you!" Sansome's sensitive intuitions thrilled to the feeling. "Your husband is here to take care of you--now," he murmured. "I must be off." He took her hand, and bent over her, gazing into her eyes with the concentration of a professional hypnotist, "Good-night," he said, with a world of unexpressed meaning. "Try to get some sleep--Nan," He said her name in a lower tone, almost lingeringly, then turned abruptly and went out. Nan stood looking for a moment at the closed door. The effect of his personality was on her spirit, the mantle of his care for her, his consideration for her every mood, wrapped her about gratefully. She found the lights all out, and Keith already half undressed. "I must say, Milton," she said, "you might have been a little less rude to Mr. Sansome. It would have only been decent after he had sat up here until all hours." Keith, whose wide eyes would have showed him to be wholly preoccupied with some inner vision or problem, answered impatiently from the surface of his mind: "What in the world did I do to Sansome?" "You didn't do anything, that's the trouble. Do you realize he waited here over six hours for you to come in?" "Oh, I guess he'll pull through," said Keith a little contemptuously. Nan became indignant. "At least," she retorted, "you ought to be grateful that he stayed to protect the place!" "The place was in no danger," said Keith, yawning. She checked herself, and made a fresh start. "What's it all about? What's happened? Where have you been?" she asked. Keith roused himself with an effort. "I've been a little of everywhere. Lord, I'm tired! There's a mob about trying to get up nerve to hang Casey. I suppose you've heard that Casey shot King this afternoon?" "Yes, I heard that." "Well, when I saw nothing was going to happen, I came home, though I'm not sure the trouble is over."