"Who has seen it?" "Myself and you." "No one else?" "No one but the writer." She laughed. "We will destroy it," she said; and deliberately tore it up. I stooped and picked up the fragments. "You forget," said I, "this letter may be called for by the coroner. It is known that I took it in charge." "I might better have burnt it," she hissed. "Not so, I should then have had to explain its loss." Her old fear came back into her eyes. "Now I have merely to give it up and leave it to Mr. Dwight Pollard to explain it. He doubtless can." "My son will never betray his mother." "Yet he could write this letter." She frowned. "Dwight has his weakness," said she. "It is a pity his weakness did not lead him to send this letter a few hours sooner." "That is where his very weakness fails. He struggles because he knows his mother partly, and fails because he does not know her wholly." "And Guy?" "He knows me better." The smile with which this was said was the culminating point in a display of depravity such as I had never beheld, even in hovels of acknowledged vice. Feeling that I could not endure much more, I hastened to finish the interview. "Madam," said I, "by your own acknowledgment you deserve neither consideration nor mercy. What leniency I then show will be for your daughter alone, who, in so far as I can see, is innocent and undeserving of the great retribution which I could so easily bring upon this family. But do not think because I promise to suppress your name from the account I may be called upon to give the coroner, that your sin will be forgotten by Heaven, or this young girl's death go unavenged. As sure as you are the vilest woman I ever met, will suffering and despair overtake you. I do not know when, and I do not know by what means, but it will be bitter when it comes, and the hand of man will not be able to save you." But it was as if I had not spoken. All she seemed to hear, all, at least, that she paid the least attention to, was the promise I had made. "You are decided, then, upon secrecy?" she asked. "I am decided upon saying nothing that will bring your name into public notice." Her proud manner immediately returned. You would have thought she had never suffered a humiliation. "But how will you account for your interest in this young person?" "By telling a portion of the truth. I shall say that my attention was called to her by a letter from Mr. Pollard requesting me to hunt her up and take care of her after he was dead. I shall not say he called her his grandchild unless I am positively forced to do so, nor will I mention the treatment I have received at your hands." "And the woman you saw?" "Is your business. I have nothing to do with her."