it might bring to the party, to himself.

If, as the woman invited, he helped to "hush it up," and Tammany
learned the truth, it would make short work of him. It would say,
for the murderer of Banf he had one law and for the rich
brother-in-law, who had tried to kill the girl he deceived,
another. But before he gave voice to his thoughts he recognized
them as springing only from panic. They were of a part with the
acts of men driven by sudden fear, and of which acts in their sane
moments they would be incapable.

The shock of the woman's words had unsettled his traditions. Not
only was he condemning a man unheard, but a man who, though he
might dislike him, he had for years, for his private virtues,
trusted and admired. The panic passed and with a confident smile he
shook his head.

"I don't believe you," he said quietly.

The manner of the woman was equally calm, equally assured.

"Will you see her?" she asked.

"I'd rather see my brother-in-law," he answered

The woman handed him a card.

"Doctor Muir took him to his private hospital," she said. "I loaned
them my car because it's a limousine. The address is on that card.
But," she added, "both your brother and Sammy-- that's Sam Muir,