When he reached the house he found his worst fears realized. She was in the library with a crumpled paper in her hand and Arsdale was bending over her. As he greeted them they both pushed back from him as though one of the dead had entered. The boy was the first to recover himself. He sprang to Donaldson's side with his hand out. "I told her it was n't true," he exclaimed. "I told her it was all a beastly lie!" He grasped Donaldson's hand and dragged him towards his sister. "See," he cried, "see, here he is! The papers lied about him!" The girl tottered forward. Donaldson put out his arm and supported her. "I 'm sorry you saw the papers," he said quietly. "I was in hopes I should reach here before that." "But what is the meaning of it?" "The police made a mistake, that 's all," he explained. Arsdale broke in, "We 'll sue them for it, Donaldson! I 'll get the best legal talent in the country and make them sweat for this! It's an outrage!" "I 'm sorry you saw the paper," he repeated to the girl. Her pale face and startled eyes frightened him. She had withdrawn from his arm after a minute and now fell into a chair. "The blasted idiots," raged the boy. The telephone rang imperiously and Arsdale went to answer it, chewing invectives. Donaldson crossed to the side of the girl. "Where is Marie?" he asked. "She is in bed again. Her poor knees are troubling her." "I have both good news and bad news for you," he said after a moment's hesitation, "the real assailant has been found and it is Jacques Moisson." The girl recoiled. "Jacques!" "So the police feel sure. They say they caught him this morning in the attempt to commit another robbery. The Arsdale curse is upon him." "Oh," she cried, "that is terrible." But as he had guessed, it was good news also. There was no longer any doubt of who brought that wallet to the bungalow. There was no longer the grim suspicion of who might have rifled her rooms. The spectres which had seemed to be moving nearer and nearer her brother vanished instantly. That burden at least was lifted from her shoulders, even though it was replaced by another. "Poor Marie! Poor Marie!" she moaned. "I think she may suspect this," he said. "But it will be better for you to tell her than the police." "Yes, I must go to her at once." Arsdale came to the door, his face strangely agitated. He paused there a moment clinging to the curtains. Then, almost in awe, he came unsteadily towards Donaldson. The latter straightened to meet him. The boy started to speak, choked, and, finding Donaldson's hand, seized it in both his own. Then with his eyes overflowing he found his voice. "How am I ever going to repay you for this?" he exclaimed in a daze. Elaine was at his side in an instant. "What is it, Ben? What is it now?" "What is it?" he faltered. "It's so much--it's so much, I can't say it all at once." Donaldson turned away from them both.