leaving my office."

"I'll do nothing of the sort!" answered Fairfax. "Your bluff sounds
big, but I'm here to call it, understand? Dorothy, I command you to
come."

"I will not go with such a man as you!" she cried in a sudden burst of
anger. "You left me shamefully, half an hour after we were married!
You've been no husband to me! You have only come back because you
heard there might be money! I never wish to see you again!"

"Well, you're going to hear from me, now!" said Fairfax. "As for you,
Mr. Garrison, assuming my name and----"

He was making a movement toward his pocket, throwing back his coat.

"Drop that!" interrupted Garrison. He had drawn his revolver with a
quickness that was startling. "Up with your hand!"

Fairfax halted his impulse. His hand hung oscillating at the edge of
his coat. A ghastly pallor overspread his face. His eyes took on a
look of supernatural brightness. His mouth dropped open. He crouched
a trifle forward, staring fixedly at the table. His hand had fallen at
his side. He began to whisper:

"His brains are scattered everywhere, I see them--see
them--everywhere--everywhere!" His hand came up before his eyes, the
fingers spread like talons. He cried out brokenly, and, turning
abruptly, hastened through the door, and they heard him running down
the hall.

Dorothy had turned very white. She looked at Garrison almost wildly.

"That's exactly what he said before," she said, "when he pushed me from
the train and ran away."

"What does it mean?" said Garrison, tense with emotion. "What have you
done to me, Dorothy? He isn't your husband, after all?"

Dorothy sank once more in the chair. She looked at Garrison
appealingly.

"I married him," she moaned. "He's crazy!"

Garrison, too, sat down. His pistol he dropped in his pocket.

"Why didn't you tell me this before?"

"I was afraid," she confessed. "I thought you wouldn't consent to
be--to be--what you have been."

"Of course I wouldn't," Garrison responded. "What have I got myself
into? Why did you do it?"

"I had to," she answered weakly. "Please don't scold me now--even if
you have to desert me." Her voice broke in one convulsive sob, but she
mastered herself sharply. "I'll go," she added, struggling to her
feet. "I didn't mean to get you into all this----"

"Dorothy, sit down," he interrupted, rising instantly and placing his
hand on her shoulder. "I didn't mean it--didn't mean what I said