"Would you advise--" he began, hesitatingly, "would you advise me to
return to Atlanta to-morrow--on--on account of this silly thing?"

Saunders hesitated. "I hardly know what to say," he answered, frankly.
"Perhaps you can tell better when you have read her letter. The
situation is decidedly awkward. In her present nervous condition the
woman is likely to give trouble. Somehow I feel that it is nothing but
your duty to all of us to do everything possible to prevent publicity.
She seems to me to have a dangerous disposition. She even spoke of--of
using force. In fact, she said she was armed--spoke of killing you in
cold blood. You might restrain her by law, but you wouldn't want to do
that."

A desperate shadow hovered over Mostyn's face. "I'll go back in the
morning," he said, doggedly. "Mitchell, you say, wants to see me. I'm
not afraid of the woman. If I had been there she wouldn't have made
such a fool of herself."





CHAPTER XIII




When Mostyn got back to the farmhouse he found no one at home, the
entire family being at church. He strolled about the lawn, smoked many