absolutely safe".

Margaret went rapidly away, not knowing whither, only returning
toward late afternoon to her inn. As she entered, a letter was
handed her from Frankl.

"Dear Miss Hogarth:

"It is only due to you that I should see you at once to explain the
mystery of this affair, so as to clear your brother, and as it would
not do for me to call upon you for obvious reasons, the only thing
for us to do is to meet to-night on Mousehold Heath at 7 P.M.
without fail..."

What now was she to do? At "7 P.M." she had half promised Loveday to
meet him.

And what had her meetings with Baruch Frankl, innocent as they were,
brought upon her and hers!

Yet Frankl _must_ be kindly intentioned, she reasoned--since he had
sent them the L50; and she thought of that agony of humiliation when
she had asked Loveday for L2, and he had refused.

And he had given evidence against Richard with his down-turned
smile.

But he had said a word at her ear--and her crushed heart had leapt.
She did not know what to do, fell by her bedside and prayed to be
taught which of the two was Richard's best friend.