professor like a very giant, and in his eyes there was a cruel gleam.
Vincent Burgess was at the limit of mental resistance.
Lifting his shapely right hand in the shadowy light,
he said wearily:

"I swear it!"

"One more question, and you may go. You know that little boy
Vic Burleigh takes care of here?"

The Professor had heard of him.

"Vic keeps that little boy all right. He don't complain none.
S'pose you help me watch um, Profesh." Then as an afterthought,
Saxon added: "Young woman livin' out north of town.
Pretty woman. She don't know nothing 'bout that little boy.
Now, honest, she don't. Lives all by herself with a big dog."

Jealousy is an ugly, suspicious beast. Vincent Burgess was
no worse than many other men would have been, because his
mind leaped to the meaning old Saxon's words might carry.
And this was the man with Elinor in the darkness and the storm.
Before Burgess could think clearly, Saxon came a step nearer.

"Shay, where's Vic tonight?"

"Across the river with Miss Wream. They were cut off by
the deep water," Vincent answered.

A quick change from drunkenness to sober sense leaped into Bond Saxon's eyes.