been questioned about Absalom."

"I have," he said heavily. "Why do you ask?"

Mrs. Wilder took a quick breath.

"Because I am afraid that you may be asked again. You understand, Mr.
Heath, that I know it was the merest chance that brought you there that
evening, but, as you were there, and as Mr. Hartley has got it into his
head that you know something more than you have told him, I beg of you
to bear in mind that if you mention my name you may get me into serious
trouble. You would not do that willingly, I think?"

"I certainly would not. What motive took you there is a question for
your own conscience. It is not for me to press that question, Mrs.
Wilder."

She pressed her lips together tightly.

"I went there to see an old friend who was in great trouble."

"And yet you have to keep it secret?"

"Haven't we all our secrets, Mr. Heath?" Her voice was raised a little.
"Will you pledge me your solemn word to keep this knowledge from anyone
who asks?" She put her elbows on the table and drew closer to him.

"I will respect your confidence," he said slowly. "But is it likely that
Hartley will ask me?"