Miss Forsyth leaned back and her eyes, half closed as they were, saw Weary away down by the door. "No, I didn't mean a _dog_. I'm _glad_ if he has gotten _quite away_ from--he's such a _dear_ fellow! Even if he _did_--but I never believed it, you know. If only he had _trusted_ me, and _stayed_ to face-- But he went without telling me _goodbye_, even, and we-- But he was _afraid_, you see--" Miss Satterly also glanced across to where Weary stood gloomily alone, his hands thrust into his pockets. "I really can't imagine Mr. Davidson as being afraid," she remarked defensively. "Oh, but you don't understand! Will is _physically_ brave--and he was afraid I-- but I _believed_ in him, _always_--even when--" She broke off suddenly and became prettily diffident. "I wonder _why_ I am talking to _you_ like this. But there is something so _sympathetic_ in your very _atmosphere_--and seeing _him_ so _unexpectedly_ brought it all _back_--and it seemed as if I _must_ talk to _someone_, or I should _shriek_." (Myrtle Forsyth was often just upon the point of "shrieking") "And he was _so_ glad to see me--and when I _told_ him I never _believed_ a _word_-- But you see, _leaving_ the way he _did_--" "Well," said Miss Satterly rather unsympathetically, "and how did he leave, then?" Miss Forsyth twisted her watch chain and hesitated. "I really ought _not_ to say a _word_--if you really don't _know_--what he _did_--" "If it's to his discredit," said the schoolma'am, looking straight at her, "I certainly don't know. It must have been something awful, judging from your tone. Did he"--she spoke solemnly--"did he _mur-r_der ten people, old men and children, and throw their bodies into--a _well_?"