"Dad loved mother to distraction, and she was just as crazy about him; but they were forever quarreling. A lot old Titheredge knows about it!" he smiled faintly. "Their quarrels didn't amount to anything, though: you'd think they were going to kill each other one minute, and the next they'd be as happy as ever! Dad has a high temper, but mother—! She was as quick as lightning to flare out, and just as quick to forgive and take a fellow to her heart again.
"That was why I was sure that, although she would be simply wild of course, when she found out about the check, she would cover it up and protect me from the consequences. I don't care now; nothing matters except that I'd like to see Farley Drew get what is coming to him."
"But you will take my advice?"
"Yes, Sergeant, and I cannot thank you enough for the consideration you have shown me; I don't deserve it, but I can tell you that this whole awful affair has taught me a lesson." Gene looked straight into Odell's eyes. "I told you at our first meeting that you could count on me to do anything I could to help you find out who is back of this conspiracy to kill us all, and you can. I haven't an idea who it is; I can scarcely bring myself to think of it, the possibilities are so horrible. One thing is certain: God knows I hate Farley Drew; but he could have had nothing whatever to do with it. I would stake my life on that. May I go to Titheredge now? I'll take Porter along with me; he is too good company to leave trailing behind."
Odell smiled and held out his hand.
"Go along if you like, Mr. Chalmers. I'm glad that we have had this understanding, and I may call upon you for help sooner than you think. Tell Mr. Titheredge that you
