“And you saw me shoot, father?” “Why, yes, dear—that is, I heard the shot, and looked up to see you standing there with consternation and guilt on your dear face. Your arm had then dropped to your side, but your whole attitude was unmistakable. I couldn’t shut my eyes to the evident fact that there was no one else who could have done the deed.” “There must have been, father—for—I didn’t do it.” “I knew you didn’t! Oh, Maida!” With a bound Allen was at her side and his arm went round her. But she moved away from him, and went on talking—still in a strained, unnatural voice, but steadily and straightforwardly. “No; I didn’t shoot Mr. Appleby. I’ve been saying so, to shield my father. I thought he did it.” “Maida! Is it possible?” and Daniel Wheeler looked perplexed. “But, oh, I’m so glad to hear your statement.” “But who did do it, then?” Miss Lane asked, bluntly. “Who cares, so long as it wasn’t any of the Wheelers!” exclaimed Jeffrey Allen, unable to contain his gladness. “Oh, Maida——” But again she waved him away from her. “I don’t understand, Mr. Stone,” she began; “I don’t know where these disclosures will lead. I hope, not back to my mother——” “No, Maida,” said her father, “there’s no fear of that.” Reassured, Maida went on. “Perhaps I can’t be believed now, after my previous insistence on my guilt, but God knows it is the truth; I am utterly innocent of the crime.” “I believe it,” said Fleming Stone. “There was little evidence against you, except your own confession. Now you’ve retracted that it only remains for me to find the real criminal.” “Can you,” cried Fibsy excitedly, “can you, F. Stone?” “Don’t you know which way to look, Terence?” “I do—and I don’t—” the boy murmured; “oh, lordy! I do—and—I don’t!” “But there’s another matter to be agreed upon,” said Maida, who had not at all regained her normal poise or appearance. Her face was white and her eyes blurred with tears. But she persisted in speech. “I want it understood that I am engaged to marry Mr. Keefe,” she said, not looking at Jeffrey at all. “I announce my engagement, and I desire him to be looked upon and considered as my future husband.” “Maida!” came simultaneously from the lips of her father and Allen. “Yes, that is positive and irrevocable. I have my own reasons for this, and one of them is”—she paused—“one very important one is, that Mr. Keefe knows who shot Mr. Appleby, and can produce the criminal and guarantee his confession to the deed.” “Wow!” Fibsy remarked, explosively, and Fleming Stone stared at the girl. “He used this as an argument to persuade you to marry him, Miss Wheeler?” “I don’t put it that way, Mr. Stone, but I have Mr. Keefe’s assurance that he will do as I told you, and also that he will arrange to have a full and free pardon granted to my father for the old sentence he is still suffering under.”