be saved. No, no, it could not be guilt. I must not be
weak now. He may be innocent, and the law can be so cruel. Who knows
what may be the cause!"

She pressed her hands to her temples for a few moments, and then the
power to think grew clearer.

"Go to him--from me. Tell him I bid him leave England at once. Leave
with him, if you can be of help. Stop. He is not rich. Edie, all the
money you have. Mr Guest, take this, too, and I will get more. Now
go, and remember that you are his friend. Write to me and Edie, and we
will send; but, though all is over, let me know that his life is safe."

Guest caught the hand she extended with her purse and Edie's, kissed it
reverently, and closed the fingers tightly round the purses, and gently
thrust them from him.

"What!" Myra cried passionately; "you refuse?"

"I want to help you both," he replied gravely.

"O Percy!" cried Edie, with the tears starting to her eyes, and her tone
of reproach thrilled him.

"Don't speak to me like that," he said. "You mean well, but to do what
you say is to condemn him at once in everybody's sight. It is all so
foreign to my poor friend's nature that, even knowing what I do, I cling
to the belief in his innocence."

"Yes; he must be innocent," cried Myra. "He could not be what you say."

"Then should I be right in taking money and your message, saying to him,
though not in words--`Fly for your life, like a hunted criminal'? I
could not do it. Myra, Edie--think, pray, what you are urging. It
would be better advice to him to say--`Give yourself up, and let a jury
of your fellow-countrymen decide.'"

"No, no," cried Myra; "it is too horrible. You do not know; you cannot
see what he is suffering--what his position is. I must act myself. It
cannot, it cannot be true!"

"Myra!" whispered Edie, clinging to her.

"What? And you side against me, too?"

"No, no, dear! How can you speak such cruel words? You know I would do
anything for your sake."

Half-mad with mental agony, Myra repulsed her with a bitter laugh.

"Anything but this," she cried. "There it is, plain enough. He speaks,
and you cry `Hearken! is he not wise.' He says, `Let him be given up to
justice for the mob to howl at him and say he must die.' Die? Oh, no,
no, no, it is too horrible! He must--he shall be saved!"

In her agony she made a rush for the door, but before she was half-way
there, she tottered, and would have fallen but for Guest's