believe--yes--I remember she did," stammered Janie, almost
bewildered by this cross-questioning.

"Did she seem to you in any way conscious that she was doing wrong?"

Janie paused. She recalled only too plainly Honor's words: "I'm sorry
if it isn't all on the square, but Dermot was in a very tight place,
and I felt bound to help him, even if I had to do something rather
wrong".

"I am waiting for your answer, Janie."

"I--I--think she seemed--sorry!"

"Did she mention to you where the money came from that she was taking
to her brother?"

"No, she said nothing about it."

"That will do for the present, Janie. Now, Vivian, I wish you to tell
me if you saw Honor Fitzgerald go along the hall early this morning?"

"It looked like Honor; I could be nearly certain," faltered Vivian,
rather hesitatingly.

"It was, so you needn't mind saying so!" interrupted Honor, who had
been listening attentively to this evidence. "I admit that I went out,
and ran down to the beach, and met Dermot. I never wanted to deny that.
But I certainly didn't even see the sovereign, much less take it."

"Let us have the truth, Honor," urged Miss Maitland. "I believe that
you yielded to a sudden temptation, and I am very sorry for you, since
I think you did it entirely for your brother's sake. If you will
confess now, I will promise to deal leniently with you."

"I can't confess what I haven't done," said Honor. She had turned very
white, but she did not flinch in the least.

"Nevertheless, you handed money to your brother on the shore?"

"Yes. I gave him a sovereign, but it was my own, and not yours."

"Honor! Honor! It is no use holding to such a palpably false story.
Where could you get a sovereign? You banked your pocket-money with me
at the beginning of the term, like the rest of the girls; it was only a
small amount, and you have spent it weekly."

"I had a sovereign, all the same," answered Honor. "It was a Queen
Victoria's Jubilee one, with a hole in it, which my uncle had given me.
I wore it as a locket, and kept it inside my green work-box. Last night
I took it off the chain. That was the piece of money I gave to Dermot."

"Did Honor ever show you this locket?" asked Miss Maitland, turning to
Janie.

The latter shook her head sadly. How she wished that she could have
replied in the affirmative!

"Then the only way in which your words can be proved, Honor, is to
trace your sovereign. Possibly your brother has not parted w