g embraced her tearful mother. But he could not recover himself to
display his affection at that time.

"Gabrielle, you surely are not going! You surely are not! Think of the
consequences and accept my judgment in this awful extremity!"

"Father, you may have your own way in everything, but my business
affairs must not be involved. The coach is going. I'll ride back in it."

Quickly she kissed him and darted out of the door and into the carriage
and away.

CHAPTER X

What is this unerring clairvoyance that prompts devoted hearts in
moments of danger, in crises demanding supernatural judgment? It is the
very essence of much of our song and story, but the wise men do not
grasp its origin; to them it is as elusive and incapable of isolation
from its forms of manifestation as that phase of force we call
electricity. An old gentleman whom I knew well, a learned man, far above
all superstitions, arose from the sofa in his home one afternoon and
announced to the startled family that his son was in the water. He noted
the time and anxiously awaited news, so firm was his belief that truth
must have inspired his vivid dream. That night he learned that the very
moment he had announced his fears his son had fallen into the river and
was so held under by logs that he narrowly escaped drowning. This was
probably the same miraculous power love employs in youth to laugh at
locksmiths; it is the inherent wisdom of the passion deeper than our
philosophy can delve; it warns at times, and then again it will save
without warning, strangely leading us to the post of duty.

It was too early to go to the office--then about 6:45--when Gabrielle
Tescheron's coach landed on the New York side of the North River. While
coming across the ferry she believed it would be wise to take the
opportunity to visit Jim at his apartment in Eighteenth Street, and
inform him of the action I had taken in notifying the coroner, and
therefore to beware of me, for it was plain that her father had
convinced me, although he was unable to restrain and sway me to accept
his plan of privacy. Gabrielle had classed me as a dull fellow, not able
to see beneath the shallow case of Smith. Little did she imagine that I
had laughed at her father and ridiculed his course at my interview with
him. She jumped to the conclusion that I had notified the coroner, to
make sure of a conviction at any cost, so thoroughly had I been
convinced of Jim's guilt by the evidence h