"I wouldn't say that," soothed Garrick. "Who knows? Perhaps if he
had stayed in the city--they might have succeeded,--whoever it was
back of this thing."

She looked up at Garrick, startled, I thought, with the same
expression I had seen when she turned her face away in the car and
I got the impression that she felt more than she knew of the case.

"I may--see--Mr. Warrington again soon?" she asked, now again
mistress of her feelings after Garrick's interruption that had
served to take her mind off a morbid aspect of the affair.

"Surely," agreed Dr. Mead. "I expect his progress to be rapid
after this."

"Thank you," she murmured, as she slowly rose and prepared to make
the return trip to her aunt's home.

"Oh, Mr. Garrick," she confided, as he helped her on with the
wraps she had thrown carelessly on a chair when she entered, "I
can't help it--I do feel guilty. Perhaps he thinks I am--like Aunt
Emma---"

"Perhaps it was quite as much to convince your aunt as you that he
took the trip," suggested Garrick.

Miss Winslow understood. "Why is it," she murmured, "that
sometimes people with the best intentions manage to bring about
things that are--more terrible?"