ot knowing what name I was
using on the train he addressed it to himself, confident that if a
telegram reached the train addressed to 'Lawrence Hillward' I would
understand and claim it.

"Of course, I could not follow his instructions and leave the train; we
were snowed in. Besides, I could not imagine how anybody could have
followed me onto the train, as I had taken pains to prevent that very
thing by being the last passenger to get aboard it."

"The man whom the gateman saw did not follow you; he merely watched you
get on the train and notified two others, who took the train at
Spokane. They had planned to get rid of you after you left Seattle so
as to run less risk of your death being connected with that of Warden.
It was my presence which made it necessary for them to make the
desperate attempt to kill you on the train."

"Then I understand. The other telegram was sent me, of course, by
Edith from Chicago, when she learned here that you were using the name
of Dorne on your way home. I learned from her when I got here that the
documents relating to the Latron properties, which I had decided you
did not have with you, were being sent you through Warden's office.
Through Edith I learned that they had reached you and had been put in
the safe. I managed to communicate with Hillward at the country club,
and that night he brought me the means of forcing the safe."

Eaton felt himself flushing again, as he looked at Harriet. Did she
resent his having used her in that way? He saw only sympathy in her
face.

"My daughter told me that she helped you to that extent," Santoine
offered, "and I understood later what must have been your reason for
asking her to take you out that night."

"When I reached the study," Eaton continued, "I found others already
there. The light of an electric torch flashed on the face of one of
them and I recognized the man as Latron--the man for whose murder I had
been convicted and sentenced! Edith tells me that you know the rest."

There was silence in the room for several minutes. Santoine again felt
for Eaton's hand and pressed it. "We've tired you out," he said. "You
must rest."

"You must sleep, Hugh, if you can," Edith urged.

Eaton obediently closed his eyes, but opened them at once to look for
Harriet. She had moved out of his line of vision.

Santoine rose; he stood an instant waiting for his daughter, then
suddenly he comprehended that she was no longer in the room.