"Don't stir," I said to her. "Perhaps you want to say something? I will stoop down to listen to you. I have very good hearing, so you can speak as low as you please." She smiled again with a sort of pleasure at my understanding her. "I have something to confess," she said, in a hollow whisper. "Send the nurse and--and Dr. Mackenzie out of the room." I was obliged to explain the dying woman's wishes to my brother physician. He called to the nurse to follow him, and they immediately left the room. As soon as they had done so, I bent my head and took one of Mrs. Heathcote's hands in mine. "Now," I said, "take comfort--God can forgive sin. You have sinned?" "Oh, yes, yes; but how can you possibly know?" "Never mind. I am a good judge of character. If telling me will relieve your conscience, speak." "My husband is alive," she murmured. "Yes," I said, "I guessed as much." "He had insured his life," she continued, "for--for about fifteen thousand pounds. The money was wanted to--to save us from dishonour. We managed to counterfeit--death." She stopped, as if unable to proceed any further. "A week ago," she continued, "I--I saw the man who is supposed to be dead. He is really dying now. The strain of knowing that I could do nothing for him--nothing to comfort his last moments--was too horrible. I felt that I could not live without him. On the day of my illness I took--poison, a preparation of Indian hemp. I meant to kill myself. I did not know that my object would be effected in so terrible a manner." Here she looked towards the door. A great change came over her face. Her eyes shone with sudden brightness. A look of awful joy filled them. She made a frantic effort to raise herself in bed. I followed the direction of her eyes, and then, indeed, a startled exclamation passed my lips. Gabrielle, with her cheeks crimson, her lips tremulous, her hair tossed wildly about her head and shoulders, was advancing into the room, leading a cadaverous, ghastly-looking man by the hand. In other words, Heathcote himself in the flesh had come into his wife's dying chamber. "Oh, Horace!" she exclaimed; "Horace--to die in your arms--to know that you will soon join me. This is too much bliss--this is too great joy!" The man knelt by her, put his dying arms round her, and she laid her head on his worn breast. "We will leave them together," I said to Gabrielle. [Illustration: "LEADING A CADAVEROUS, GHASTLY-LOOKING MAN BY THE HAND."] I took the poor little girl's hand and led her from the room. She was in a frantic state of excitement.