humanity to suspend action in that direction till we can convince ourselves there is no truer scent to go upon."
But there was no more show of curiosity than before.
"Indeed!" he cried; "that is a singular request to come from a man like you."
I was not to be discomposed, "Mr. Gryce," I went on, "a woman’s name, once tarnished, remains so forever. Eleanore Leavenworth has too many noble traits to be thoughtlessly dealt with in so momentous a crisis. If you will give me your attention, I promise you shall not regret it."
He smiled, and allowed his eyes to roam from the poker to the arm of my chair. "Very well," he remarked; "I hear you; say on."
I drew my notes from my pocketbook, and laid them on the table.
"What! memoranda?" he exclaimed. "Unsafe, very; never put your plans on paper."
Taking no heed of the interruption, I went on.
"Mr. Gryce, I have had fuller opportunities than yourself for studying this woman. I have seen her in a position which no guilty person could occupy, and I am assured, beyond all doubt, that not only her hands, but her heart, are pure from this crime. She may have some knowledge of its secrets; that I do not presume to deny. The key seen in her possession would refute me if I did. But what if she has? You can never wish to see so lovely a being brought to shame for withholding information which she evidently considers it her duty to keep back, when by a little patient finesse we may succeed in our purposes without it."
"But," interposed the detective, "say this is so; how are we to arrive at the knowledge we want
