CHAPTER XXIX.
FRANKLIN DECIDED TO ACT.
For the moment the young electrician could do little else but stare at the woman. What was this she was saying, that Montague Smith and Belden Brice had conspired and taken her brother's life? No, no; so far as his one friend was concerned, this could never be true.
Mrs. Bliss sprang to her feet and began to wring her hands. "They say I am crazy, but I am not; no, no, I am as sane as anybody can be!"
"Won't you tell me your story?" questioned Franklin, trying hard to remain calm. "Are you not mistaken about your brother Wilbur being murdered by some man in the east?"
"How can I be mistaken? Did I not hear Montague Smith own up as much with his own lips? He pretends to be my friend—says he had nothing to do with the deed, but I know—oh, indeed I know!"
"When did you hear from your brother last?"
