alone. You are alone?"

"Certainly, I am alone."

"May I come in?"

Heath held the door open for her to pass, and she walked in, looking
around the darkening room with hard, curious eyes.

She took the chair he gave her, in silence, and sat down near the
writing-table, and, feeling that she would speak after a time, Heath
took his own place again and waited.

"I hardly know where to begin," she said, always speaking in the same
low, intent voice. "Do you recall the evening of the twenty-ninth?"

An odd spasm caught Heath's face, and he paused for a moment before he
answered.

"I do recall it."

"Perhaps you remember seeing me? I was riding along the road when I
first passed you, and you were walking."

"I remember that I did pass you then, and also that I saw you later."

Heath's sombre eyes were on her face, and his fingers touched a gold
cross that hung from his watch-chain.

"You passed me, and you passed Absalom, the Christian boy, and you have