"I am going to find something about him that I can be proud of. Blood
will tell. I know that I'm not all bad, and there must have been good in
Black Jack. I want to know all about him. I want to know about--his
crimes."

He labored through a fierce moment of silent struggle while her heart
went helplessly out to him.

"Because--I had a hand in every one of those crimes! Everything that he
did is something that I might have done under the same temptation."

"But you're not all your father's son. You had a mother. A dear, sweet-
faced girl--"

"Don't!" whispered Terry. "I suppose he broke--her heart?"

"She was a very delicate girl," she said after a moment.

"And now my father's name, please?"

"Not that just now. Give me until tomorrow night, Terry. Will you do
that? Will you wait till tomorrow night, Terry? I'm going to have a long
talk with you then, about many things. And I want you to keep this in
mind always. No matter how long you live, the influence of the Colbys
will never go out of your life. And neither will my influence, I hope. If
there is anything good in me, it has gone into you. I have seen to that.
Terry, you are not your father's son alone. All these other things have
entered into your make-up. They're just as much a part of you as his
blood."