"We are each of us appearing in a new role to-night, Miss Farnham," he said, with sardonic humor; "I as the hunted criminal, and you as the equally culpable accessory after the fact. If I run away, what shall be done with the--the 'swag,' the bulk of which, as you know, is tied up in Raymer's business?" "I have thought of that," she returned calmly, "and that is another reason why you shouldn't let them take you. Right or wrong, you have incurred a fresh responsibility in your dealings with Mr. Raymer; and Edward, who is perfectly innocent, must be protected in some way." It was not in human nature to resist the temptation to strike back. "I have told Raymer how he can most successfully underwrite his financial risk," he said, with malice intentional. "How?" "By marrying Miss Grierson." He had touched the springs of anger at last. "That woman!" she broke out. And then: "If you have said that to Edward Raymer, I shall never forgive you as long as I live! It is your affair to secure Edward against loss in the money matter--your own individual responsibility, Mr. Griswold. He accepted the money in good faith, and----" Again Griswold gave place to the caustic humor and finished for her. "--And, though it is stolen money, it must not be taken away from him. Once, when I was even more foolish than I am now, I said of you that you would be a fitting heroine in a story in which the hero should be a man who might need to borrow a conscience. It's quite the other way around." "We needn't quarrel," she said, retreating again behind the barrier of cold reserve. "I suppose I have given you the right to say disagreeable things to me, if you choose to assert it. But we are wasting time which may be very precious. Will you go away, as I have suggested?" He found his hat and got upon his feet rather unsteadily. "I don't know; possibly I shall. But in any event, you needn't borrow any more trouble, either on your own account, or on Raymer's. By the merest chance, I met Johnson, the teller you speak of, a few minutes ago at the Winnebago House and was introduced to him. He didn't know me, then, or later, when Broffin was telling him that he ought to know me. Hence, the matter rests as it did before--between you and Mr. Galbraith." "Mr. Galbraith?" "Yes. That was a danger past, too, a short time ago. I met him, socially, and he didn't recognize me. Afterward, Broffin pointed me out to him, and again he failed to identify me. But the other day, after I had pulled him out of the lake, he remembered. I've been waiting to see what he will do." "He will do nothing. You saved his life." Griswold shook his head. "I am still man enough to hope that he won't let the bit of personal service make him compound a felony." "Why do you call it that?" she demanded.