of dollars hang on the plot back of it. No matter what happens,
have no fear. Trust me.

Lovingly, CRAIG.

She finished reading the note and slowly laid it down. Then she
picked it up and read it again. Slowly she turned to me.

I think I have never seen so sublime a look of faith on any one's
face before. If I had not seen and heard what I had, it might have
shaken my own convictions.

"He told me to trust him and to have no fear," she said simply,
gripping herself mentally and physically by main force, then with
an air of defiance she looked at me. "I do not believe that he is
dead!"

I tried to comfort her. I wanted to do so. But I could do nothing
but shake my head sadly. My own heart was full to overflowing. An
intimacy such as had been ours could not be broken except with a
shock that tore my soul. I knew that the poor girl had not seen
what I had seen. Yet I could not find it in my heart to contradict
her.

She saw my look, read my mind.

"No," she cried, still defiant, "no--a thousand times, no! I tell
you--he is not dead!"