o see you, and I reckon it's no use trying more sedatives
until you are off his mind. Will you come in?"

Ray pondered a moment, then, "Go ahead," said he.

They found Dwight pacing the floor like a caged and raging lion. He
whirled on the two the moment they entered, Wallen vainly preaching
self-control and moderation. The misery in the man's face killed the
last vestige of Ray's antipathy. It was something indescribable.

"Sandy, I'm in hell, but--it's the truth, the whole truth, and nothing
but the truth I must have. Did you--before you joined us at the Grand in
Naples--did you meet--did you see Mrs. Dwight?"

"Yes," said Ray.

Dwight halted, resting his shaking hand on the back of a chair, and the
shake went down through the back and legs to the very floor.

"Where? How?"

"In front of Cook's Bank. Mrs. Dwight was in an open carriage; why
shouldn't I speak to her?" And the head went up and back, so like his
father.

"No reason whatever, but why should she lie? Tell me that! Why should
she swear that my boy, Margaret's boy, lied? Oh, my God, tell me that!"

"Major, Major!" pleaded Wallen, with outstretched hand. "This will never
do. This----"

"Let him alone," said the senior bluntly. "It's got to come."

"Because," said Ray, looking straight at his man, "I was fool enough to
fall in love with her the same time you did at Manila. Perhaps she
thought I'd be blackguard enough to follow her after she became your
wife."

"You--you met her--called upon her--at the Grand, I remember."

"I did, and I'd do the same thing again. I wanted my letters, and I had
a right to them. She said that she had burned them all, and that ended
it. There's never been a line between us since. I have never seen her
since--when I could decently avoid it. I hope to God I'll never have to
see her--again."

"There, there, Dwight, that's more than enough," said Dr. Waring,
watching narrowly the working features. "Thank you, Ray. Nothing more
could be asked or expected." Then, _sotto voce_, "Get out quick!" and
Ray, every nerve athrill, passed forth into the hallway, passed another
door, which quickly opened, and out came Felicie, finger on lip, eyes
dilated, one hand held forth in eager appeal.

"Oh, Monsieur--Mr. Ray, just one second, I implore--Madame implores. She
beg to see you." And the hand just grazed his arm, as he burst
impetuously, angrily by. "You go to ----" was on his furious lip, but he
bit the words in twain and bo