in Wisconsin. Malachi was left alone--Malachi and Trevoor, for Trevoor
felt towards her as a father.

"Alors, sorrow come to the girl, for her husband began to play cards and
to drink, and he lost much money. There was the trouble--the two
together. They lived in a hotel. One day a lady missed a diamond necklace
from her room. Norice had been with her the evening before. Norice come
into her own room the next afternoon, and found detectives searching. In
her own jewel-case, which was tucked away in the pocket of an old dress,
was found the necklace. She was arrested. She said nothing--for she
waited for her husband, who was out of town that day. He only come in
time to see her in court next morning. She did not deny anything; she was
quiet, like Malachi. The man played his part well. He had hid the
necklace where he thought it would be safe, but when it was found, he let
the wife take the blame--a little innocent thing. People were sorry for
them both. She was sent to jail. Her father was away in the Rocky
Mountains, and he did not hear; Trevoor was in Europe. The husband got a
divorce, and was gone. Norice was in jail for over a year, and then she
was set free, for her health went bad, and her mind was going, they
thought. She did not know till she come out that she was divorced. Then
she nearly died. But then Trevoor come."

Freddy Tarlton's hands were cold with excitement, and his fingers
trembled so he could hardly light a cigar.

"Go on, go on, Pierre," he said huskily.

"Trevoor said to her--he told me this himself--'Why did you not whistle
for me, Norice? A word would have brought me from Europe.' 'No one could
help me, no one at all,' she answered. Then Trevoor said, 'I know who did