"You were no more to blame than I!" she said. "And because--I understand, it is not hard to forgive. I don't try to excuse myself, but even if--_he_--had lived, I could never have gone on with it, after his ... suspicions. Oh, Jack! why did you leave me to make that awful mistake?" "My dearest," I replied, "God knows I have suffered for it." "Please," she said, and her voice faltered, "help me to be fair to ... _him_. Never--never--speak to me again--like that ... until--" But the sentence was never completed; for at this moment in bustled Aunt Alison--in appearance a white-haired, rosy-faced little matron, very brisk in her movements and very shrewd-eyed. A dear old lady, dearer than ever to me in that she had tried so hard to bring Isobel and my laggard self together. She had, as usual, more to say than could be said in the time at her disposal. As we proceeded to the dining-room: "Now then, you boys and girls, I'm starving, if you're not. What a time I've had with cook, not knowing when you might be here. Cook's leaving to be married: I'm afraid she's neglected this sea-kale. Dear, dear! what love will do for people's minds, to be sure. Put your hair straight, Isobel, dear, or Mary will think Jack has been kissing you! I saw her kiss the postman yesterday. Mary, I mean! You're eating like a pigeon, Jack! Gracious me! Where's the pepper? Mary! Ring the bell, Isobel. I must speak to that postman; he's made Mary forget to put any pepper in the cruet, and any one might have seen them. It isn't respectable!" "Dear Aunt Alison!" I said, as the active old lady ran out (Mary not being promptly enough in attendance). "She loves to keep running in and out like a waiter! What a friend she has been to me, Isobel! You could not be in better company at such a time." "She's a darling!" agreed Isobel, and when I met her glance across the table she blushed entrancingly. Then, in a moment, tears were in her eyes; and knowing of whom she was thinking, I sat abashed--guilty and repentant. I had transgressed against the murdered man; and there and then I made a solemn, silent vow that no word of love again should pass my lips until the fit and proper time of mourning was over. Because I faithfully kept this vow, I dare to hope that my sin is forgiven me. Luncheon at that homely house, with Isobel, was an unalloyed delight; and I regretted every passing minute which brought me nearer to the time when I must depart. But when at last I said good-by it was a new world upon which I looked--a new life upon which I entered. I have said that to-day I venture to hope my poor human transgression is forgiven me. Yet it did not go unpunished. Little did I dream, in my strange new happiness, how soon I was to return to that house--how soon I was to know the deadliest terror of my life. CHAPTER XXIV A CONFERENCE--INTERRUPTED "The case has narrowed down," said Gatton, "from my point of view, into the quest of one man--" "Dr. Damar Greefe!"