"

"It may be to you, but I'm afraid it will count but little at the
trial."

"At the trial!" Lois repeated in amazement. "Surely you'll not be-----"

"Arrested?" Jasper assisted, as Lois' voice faltered.

"Yes, that's what I mean."

"I'd like to know what's to prevent it. Wasn't I with David the night
he was murdered, and wasn't that envelope with my name on it found by
his body? Do you for one moment imagine that I can hope to escape a
severe grilling and perhaps conviction with such evidence against me?"

"But it isn't right," and Lois stamped her foot impatiently. "It's
only circumstantial evidence, and that shouldn't count."

"But it does. It has convicted many men before this. But tell me, did
you learn what is troubling Betty?"

"It's about Mr. David, you know. She grieves very much over his death.
She loved the old man dearly, almost as if he were her own father."

"I know she feels badly. But isn't there something else troubling her
as well? Didn't you notice it?"

"I did, but Betty would tell me nothing. I believe she has been
frightened in some way, for at times she started up in terror, and her
whole body trembled. I wonder what it can be!"

Before Jasper could reply, an auto swung up the road and stopped near
them. There were two men in the car and almost intuitively Jasper knew
that they were detectives. They looked keenly at the two standing
beneath the tree, and then asked the way to Captain Peterson's. Jasper
told them, and without another word they turned to the left and sped up
to the house.

"Who are they, do you suppose?" Lois asked.

"They must be detectives," Jasper slowly replied.

"Oh!" It was all that Lois could say as she stood watching the car
until it drew up before the Haven.

"I shall go back to my cabin now," Jasper remarked. "I expect Mr.
Westcote shortly, and so I must be there when he arrives."

Slowly they walked along the road to the gate leading to the Sinclair
house. For a while neither spoke. Jasper realised that it would be a
long time ere he would again be with her who was so dear to him.
Perhaps never, for who could tell what the lap of the future might
contain? Lois was thinking of the same thing, and her heart was very
heavy. There came to her mind the words Margaret had so lightly spoken
over the tea-cup. Why had she not warned Jasper? she asked herself
over and over again. Never before had she fully comprehended what this
man really