over to a chair by the window and
sat down.

I think I should have dropped to my knees and thanked God right there,
if I hadn't feared that my prayers would have been interrupted. That
cry, "Look out, Jim!" proved not only that Helen had nothing whatever
to do with Jim's death, but that she had tried to warn him of his
danger. "It's going to hit us!" What could that mean but that my
first theory was correct, that the men in the black limousine had
recognized Jim's car and had tried to run him into the ditch?
Schreiber and Zalnitch were at the bottom of it, after all, and Helen
was innocent.

As I had hoped she would die, when I thought her guilty, now I hoped
and prayed she would live. I recalled Doctor Forbes' words: "If we
could only hit on something that would ease her mind of those fears, I
would have every reason to believe she would get well." I could at
least tell him the cause of the fear and leave it to him to find a
remedy. With Helen well, ready to testify as to the details of that
tragic night, we would certainly bring Jim's murderers to trial.

The door opened and Mary came out. I rose and walked over to her, my
eyes still betraying the emotion Helen's words had roused in me.

"You heard what she said?" Mary breathed.

"We knew she didn't do it, didn't we?"

"But, Warren, the things she says are all so weird and mixed up.
Sometimes she talks of things that happened just recently and then
again she babbles of things that took place a long time ago when we
were kids. Once when the nurse came into the room, Helen began crying
as though her heart would break and begged that we wouldn't think too
harshly of her. Again she repeated over and over, 'He didn't do it--He
didn't do it!'"

"Her other fears," I replied, "probably had to do with Woods. But that
cry to Jim to 'Look out!' is a real clue and I'm going to sift it to
the bottom."

"What are you going to do?" Mary demanded.

"I'm going to accuse Zalnitch of Jim's murder--going to accuse him to
his face."

"Oh, be careful, Bupps! Nothing must happen to you!"

The tone she used, her sweet anxiety for my safety, went to my head and
I reached out to take her in my arms, but with a little protesting
gesture she stopped me.

"Please don't be foolish, Warren!" Then as she saw my spirits droop,
she added, "Not till Helen is well."

CHAPTER TEN

I ACCUSE ZALNITCH

"Mr. Zalnitch is busy and can't see you."

The girl, evidently a