wisher" need not have said more in order to sow the seeds of
doubt.

As I watched her narrowly, I fancied also that from her tone the
newspapers had not been wholly wrong in mentioning their names
together recently.

"I hadn't intended to say anything more than to explain how I got
the letter," she went on wistfully. "I thought that perhaps you
might be interested in it."

She paused and studied the toe of her dainty boot. "And, of
course," she murmured, "I know that Mr. Warrington isn't dependent
for his income on the rent that comes in from such places. But--
but I wish just the same that it wasn't true. I tried to call him
up about the letter, but he wasn't at the office of the Warrington
estate, and no one seemed to know just where he was."

She kept her eyes downcast as though afraid to betray just what
she felt.

"You will leave this with me?" asked Garrick, still scrutinizing
the letter.

"Certainly," she replied. "That is what I brought it for. I
thought it was only fair that he should know about it."

Garrick regarded her keenly for a moment. "I am sure, Miss
Winslow," he said, "that Mr. Warrington will thank you for your
frankness. More than that, I feel sure that you need have no cause