d down
in the little hallway just outside of her door. Her staring eyes
haunted him and he longed for a look that should tell him her reason
had once more asserted itself.

The doctor had come and gone twice and had promised to come again that
evening. Slowly the hours wore away. The nurse had gone below to
prepare herself something to eat, and Raymond stood by the suffering
one's bedside. He saw the eyelids of the one he loved quiver slightly.

"Margaret!" he said softly, bending over her.

There was no response and he repeated the name several times. Then her
eyes opened full.

"Where am I?" she asked vacantly.

"You are safe, with me," he answered and took her hand.

"With you, Raymond? Where?"

"At the home of a lady who is going to take care of you for the
present."

"How queer! I thought I was at my own home."

"We thought it best to bring you here. Miss Sampson will do all she
can for you. The doctor said you must be kept very quiet." He
smoothed down her hair. "You have had a terrible trial, my dear."

"A trial? I don't remember it. What was it?" She stared vacantly at
him. "Oh, how queer my head feels!" And she put one cold hand to her
temple.

"Never mind trying to think now, Margaret. Just take it easy. The
doctor will come back in a little while and he will give you something
that will make you all right again."

"How long have I been here?"

"Only four hours. Now please, don't worry."

"I can't--I can't think--it's all like a terribly dark cloud, Raymond."
She stared in a wild fashion and then a look of untold horror crossed
her drawn features. "Ah! Yes, yes, I remember now! I remember!" She
shook from head to foot. "I remember! The courtroom! And those many
men and women! And the ring--our engagement ring--think of that,
Raymond! They found blood on it, blood!" And she shivered again.

"Margaret, dearest, you must try to keep quiet," he interrupted
soothingly. "It will all come out right, I feel certain of it."

"Right? I don't know what you mean by that word. Was I on trial, or
what?"

"No, not on trial. It was simply the coroner's inquest. But don't
think of it, dear." He tried to brush back her hair, but she stopped
him. The wild look in her eyes was increasing.

"The inquest? Oh, yes, I know now, and they said--they said--" She
gave a piercing scream. "They said I had killed her and killed my own
father! Yes, that I had killed them! Do yo