look,
but she did not look away. He kept his gaze upon her.

Santoine, under her guidance, took the chair Hillward set beside the
bed for him. The blind man was very quiet; he felt for and found
Eaton's hand and pressed it. Eaton choked, as he returned the
pressure. Then Santoine released him.

"Who else is here?" the blind man asked his daughter.

"Miss Overton and Mr. Hillward," she answered.

Santoine found with his blind eyes their positions in the room and
acknowledged their presence; afterward he turned back to Eaton.

"I understand, I think, everything now, except some few particulars
regarding yourself," he said. "Will you tell me those?"

"You mean---" Eaton spoke to Santoine, but he looked at Harriet. "Oh,
I understand, I think. When I--escaped, Mr. Santoine of course, my
picture had appeared in all the newspapers and I was not safe from
recognition anywhere in this country. I got into Canada and, from
Vancouver, went to China. We I had very little money left, Mr.
Santoine; what had not been--lost through Latron had been spent in my
defense. I got a position in a mercantile house over there. It was a
good country for me; people over there don't ask questions for fear
some one will ask questions about them. We had no near relatives for
Edith to go to and she had to take up stenography to support herself
and--and change her name, Mr. Santoine, because of me."

Eaton's hand went out and clasped his sister's.

"Oh, Hugh; it didn't matter--about me, I mean!" she whispered.

"Hillward met her and asked her to marry him and she--wouldn't consent
without telling him who she was. He--Lawrence--believed her when she
said I hadn't killed Latron; and he suggested that she come out here
and try to get employed by you. We didn't suspect, of course, that
Latron was still alive. We thought he had been killed by some of his
own crowd--in some quarrel or because his trial was likely to involve
some one else so seriously that they killed him to prevent it; and that
it was put upon me to--to protect that person and that you--"

Eaton hesitated.

"Go on," said Santoine. "You thought I knew who Latron's murderer was
and morally, though not technically, perjured myself at your trial to
convict you in his place. What next?"

"That was it," Eaton assented. "We thought you knew that and that some
of those around you who served as your eyes must know it, too."

Harriet gasped. Eaton looking at her, kn