beast," he said. "I lied to you; lied when I said I was not Garrison. I
am Billy Garrison. I did not know that I was. I know now. Know----"

"I knew you were," said the girl simply. "Why did you try to hide it?
Shame?"

"No." In sharp staccato sentences he told her of his lapse of memory.
"It was not because I was a thief; because I was kicked from the turf;
because I was a horse-poisoner--"

"Then--it's true?" she asked.

"That I'm a--beast?" he asked grimly. "Yes, it's true. You doubt me,
don't you? You think I knew my identity, my crimes all along, and that I
was afraid. Say you doubt me."

"I believe you," she said quietly.

"Thank you," he replied as quietly.

"And--you think it necessary, imperative that you go away?" There was an
unuttered sob in her voice, though she sought to choke it back.

"I do." He laughed a little--the laugh that had caused the righteous Dan
Crimmins to wince.

She made a passionate gesture with her hand. "Billy," she said, and
stopped, eyes flaming.

"You were right to break the engagement," he said slowly, eyes on