he is innocent, and Eustace is innocent. Where is the
other person whom you can suspect? Have _I_ poisoned her?" he cried,
with his eyes flashing, and his voice rising to its highest notes. "Do
you, does anybody, suspect Me? I loved her; I adored her; I have never
been the same man since her death. Hush! I will trust you with a
secret. (Don't tell your husband; it might be the destruction of our
friendship.) I would have married her, before she met with Eustace,
if she would have taken me. When the doctors told me she had died
poisoned--ask Doctor Jerome what I suffered; _he_ can tell you! All
through that horrible night I was awake; watching my opportunity until I
found my way to her. I got into the room, and took my last leave of the
cold remains of the angel whom I loved. I cried over her. I kissed her.
for the first and last time. I stole one little lock of her hair. I have
worn it ever since; I have kissed it night and day. Oh, God! the room
comes back to me! the dead face comes back to me! Look! look!"

He tore from its place of concealment in his bosom a little locket,
fastened by a ribbon around his neck. He threw it to me where I sat, and
burst into a passion of tears.

A man in my place might have known what to do. Being only a woman, I
yielded to the compassionate impulse of the moment.

I got up and crossed the room to him. I gave him back his locket, and
put my hand, without knowing what I was about, on the poor wretch's
shoulder. "I am incapable of suspecting you, Mr. Dexter," I said,
gently. "No such idea ever entered my head. I pity you from the bottom
of my heart."

He caught my hand in his, and devoured it with kisses. His lips burned
me like fire. He twisted himself suddenly in the chair, and wound his
arm around my waist. In the terror and indignation of the moment, vainly
struggling with him, I cried out for help.

The door opened, and Benjamin appeared on the threshold.

Dexter let go his hold of me.

I ran to Benjamin, and prevented him from advancing into the room. In
all my long experience of my fatherly old friend I had never seen
him really angry yet. I saw him more than angry now. He was pale--the
patient, gentle old man was pale with rage! I held him at the door with
all my strength.

"You can't lay your hand on a cripple," I said. Send for the man outside
to take him a way.

I drew Benjamin out of the room, and closed and locked the library
door. The housekeeper was in the dining