undoubtedly, was what had so greatly stirred him; but she could not yet reassemble her ideas. Yet a few facts had become plain.
A maid came to say that Mr. Spearman had come up from his boat for breakfast with her and was downstairs. She went down to find Henry lounging in one of the great wicker chairs in the living room. He arose and came toward her quickly; but she halted before he could seize her.
"I got back, Connie—"
"Yes; I heard you did."
"What's wrong, dear?"
"Alan Conrad has been here, Henry."
"He has? How was that?"
She told him while he watched her intently. "He wired to Buffalo about the watch. He got a reply which he brought to me half an hour ago."
"Yes?"
"The watch belonged to Captain Stafford who was lost with the Miwaka, Henry."
He made no reply; but waited.
"You may not have known that it was his; I mean, you may not have known that it was he who rescued the people of the Winnebago, but you must have known that Uncle Benny didn't."
"Yes; I knew that, Connie," he answered evenly.
"Then why did you let me think the watch was his and that he must be—dead?"
"That's all's the matter? You had thought he was dead. I believed it was better for you—for every one—to believe that."
She drew a little away from him, with hands clasped behind her back, gazing intently at him. "There was
