likely to want to go back to Norada?"

Some of the ruddy color left David's face. He stood still, staring
at her and silent.

"You know he meant to go three years ago, but the war came, and--"

Her voice trailed off. She could not even now easily recall those
days when Dick was drilling on the golf links, and that later
period of separation.

"If he does go back--"

"Donaldson is dead," David broke in, almost roughly.

"Maggie Donaldson is still living."

"What if she is? She's loyal to the core, in the first place. In
the second, she's criminally liable. As liable as I am."

"There is one thing, David, I ought to know. What has become of
the Carlysle girl?"

"She left the stage. There was a sort of general conviction she
was implicated and--I don't know, Lucy. Sometimes I think she was."
He sighed. "I read something about her coming back, some months ago,
in 'The Valley.' That was the thing she was playing the spring
before it happened." He turned on her. "Don't get that in your
head with the rest."