troublesome creditor with weed-killer. Everybody in the town knew he
bought the weed-killer; everybody knew that he was in debt to this man.
What chance had he of escaping? Here's Jewelville--he kills his wife,
buries her in the cellar, and then calls attention to himself by running
away. Here's Morden, who kills his sister-in-law for the sake of her
insurance money, and who also buys the poison in broad daylight, and is
found with a bottle in his pocket. Such people deserve hanging."

"I wish to heaven you wouldn't talk about hanging," said Briggerland
tremulously, "you're inhuman, Jean, by God--"

"I'm an angel," she smiled, "and I have press cuttings to prove it! The
_Daily Recorder_ had half a column on my appearance in the box at Jim's
trial."

He looked over toward the writing-table, saw the letter, and picked it
up.

"So you've written to the lady. Are you sending her the jewels?"

She nodded.

He looked at her quickly.

"You haven't been up to any funny business with them, have you?" he
asked suspiciously, and she smiled.

"My dear parent," drawled Jean Briggerland, "after my lecture on the
stupidity of the average criminal, do you imagine I should do anything
so _gauche_?"

Chapter VIII

"And now, Mrs. Meredith," said Jack Glover, "what are you going to do?"

He had spent the greater part of the morning with the new heiress, and
Lydia had listened, speechless, as he recited a long and meaningless
list of securities, of estates, of ground rents, balances and the like,
which she had inherited.

"What am I going to do?" she said, shaking her head, hopelessly. "I
don't know. I haven't the slightest idea, Mr. Glover. It is so
bewildering. Do I understand that all this property is mine?"

"Not yet," said Jack with a smile, "but it is so much yours that on the
strength of the will we are willing to advance you money to almost any
extent. The will has to be proved, and probate must be taken, but when
these legal formalities are settled, and we have paid the very heavy
death duties, you will be entitled to dispose of your fortune as you
wish. As a matter of fact," he added, "you could do that now. At any
rate, you cannot live here in Brinksome Street, and I have taken the
liberty of hiring a furnished flat on your behalf. One of our clients
has gone away to the Continent and left the flat for me to dispose of.
The rent is very low, about twenty guineas a week."

"Twenty guineas a week!" gaspe