and laws which govern
them as members of an ordered society. It requires no greater nerve to
slay than to cure. She had had that matter out with herself, and had
settled it to her own satisfaction.

"You will have to put off your trip to Monte Carlo," she said, as he
drank the brandy greedily.

"We've lost everything now," he stuttered, "everything."

"This girl has no relations," said the daughter steadily. "Her
heirs-at-law are ourselves."

He put down the glass, and looked at her, and became almost immediately
his old self.

"My dear," he said admiringly, "you are really wonderful. Of course, it
was childish of me. Now what do you suggest?"

"Unlock that door," she said in a low voice, "I want to call the maid."

As he walked to the door, she pressed the footbell, and soon after the
faded woman who attended her came into the room.

"Hart," she said, "I want you to find my emerald ring, the small one,
the little pearl necklet, and the diamond scarf pin. Pack them carefully
in a box with cotton wool."

"Yes, madam," said the woman, and went out.

"Now what are you going to do, Jean?" asked her father.

"I am returning them to Mrs. Meredith," said the girl coolly. "They were
presents given to me by her husband, and I feel after this tragic ending
of my dream that I can no longer bear the sight of them."

"He didn't give you those things, he gave you the chain. Besides, you
are throwing away good money?"

"I know he never gave them to me, and I am not throwing away good
money," she said patiently. "Mrs. Meredith will return them, and she
will give me an opportunity of throwing a little light upon James
Meredith, an opportunity which I very much desire."

Later she went up to her pretty little sitting-room on the first floor,
and wrote a letter.

"_Dear Mrs. Meredith.--I am sending you the few trinkets which
James gave to me in happier days. They are all that I have of
his, and you, as a woman, will realise that whilst the
possession of them brings me many unhappy memories, yet they
have been a certain comfort to me. I wish I could dispose of
memory as easily as I send these to you (for I feel they are
really your property) but more do I wish that I could recall
and obliterate the occasion which has made Mr. Glover so bitter
an enemy of mine._

"_Thinking over the past, I see that I was at fault, but I know
that you will sympathise with me when t