She looked away and shook her head. "From Watrous Dunham, let us say. You didn't suspect that, did you? It is so, nevertheless. My father desires it; and I suppose Watrous Dunham would like to have my money--you know I have something in my own right. Perhaps this may help to account for some other things--for your trouble, for one. You were in his way, you see. But never mind that: there are other matters to be considered now. Though Mr. Kinzie has been put off the track, Mr. Stanton hasn't. I have earned Mr. Stanton's ill-will because I wouldn't tell him about you, and this evening, at table, he took it out on me." "In what way?" "He gave me to understand, very plainly, that he had done something; that there was a sensation in prospect for all Brewster. He was so exultantly triumphant that it fairly frightened me. The fact that he wasn't afraid to show some part of his hand to me--knowing that I would be sure to tell you--makes me afraid that the trap has already been set for you." "In other words, you think he has gone over Kinzie's head and has telegraphed to Lawrenceville?" "Montague, I'm almost certain of it!" Smith stood up and put his hands behind him. "Which means that I have only a few hours, at the longest," he said quietly. And then: "There is a good bit to be done, turning over the business of the office, and all that: I've been putting it off from day to day, saying that there would be time enough to set my house in order after the trap had been sprung. Now I am like the man who has put off the making of his will until it is too late. Will you let me thank you very heartily and vanish?" "What shall you do?" she asked. "Set my house in order, as I say--as well as I can in the time that remains. There are others to be considered, you know." "Oh; the plain-faced little ranch girl among them, I suppose?" "No; thank God, she is out of it entirely--in the way you mean," he broke out fervently. "You mean that you haven't spoken to her--yet?" "Of course I haven't. Do you suppose I would ask any woman to marry me with the shadow of the penitentiary hanging over me?" "But you are not really guilty." "That doesn't make any difference: Watrous Dunham will see to it that I get what he has planned to give me." She was tapping an impatient tattoo on the carpet with one shapely foot. "Why don't you turn this new leaf of yours back and go home and fight it out with Watrous Dunham, once for all?" she suggested. "I shall probably go, fast enough, when Macauley or one of his deputies gets here with the extradition papers," he returned. "But as to fighting Dunham, without money----" She looked up quickly, and this time there was no mistaking the meaning of the glow in the magnificent brown eyes.