"Yes, Carleton. And remember that I shall be put upon my oath to-morrow. The questions I am asked I must answer--and truthfully," she added, with a look as full of anguish as inquiry. "I shall be truthful myself," he assured her, and again their eyes met. After a while she gave a stumble backward, which Mr. Gryce perceiving, held out his arm and assisted her from the room. But once in the hall he felt the clinch of her fingers digging into his arm. "Is there no hope?" she whispered. "Must I live----" "Yes," he interrupted kindly, but with the authority given him by his relations to this case. "You have won his heart at last, and he speaks truly when he says that to you and to you alone can he look for comfort, wherever the action of the law may leave him." She shivered; then glowed again with renewed fire. "Thank you," she said; and they passed on. XXXII "WHY IS THAT HERE?" They waited while he wrote. A sinister calm quite unlike that which the victim of his ambition had shown under the stress of equal suffering if not equal guilt had subdued his expression to one of unmoved gloom, never to be broken again. As word after word flowed from the point of his pen upon the paper spread out before him, the two officials sitting aside in the shadow watched for the flicker of an eyelash, or a trembling of the fingers so busy over their task. But no such sign of weakening did they see. Once only did he pause to look away--was it into the past or into futurity?--with a steady, self-forgetful gaze which seemed to make a man of him again. Then he went on with his task with the grimness of one who takes his last step into ignominy. We will follow his words as he writes, leaving them for the others to read on their completion. "I, Carleton Roberts, in face of an inquiry which is about to be held on the death of her who called herself Angeline Willetts, but whose real name is as I have since been told Angeline Duclos, wish to make this statement in connection with the same. "It was at my hand she died. I strung the bow and let fly the arrow which killed this unfortunate child. Not with the intention of finding my mark in her innocent bosom. She simply got in the way of the woman for whom it was intended--if I really was governed by intent, of which I here declare before God I am by no means sure.