CONFESSIONAL
"You dropped it in the trunk-closet. I found it there. There is something of mine in it?"
Dumb with misery, she nodded; and after a little, "You didn't look, of course."
"I had no right," he said shortly.
"Other men wo-would have thought they had the right. I th-think you had, the circumstances considered. At all events," steadying her voice, "I say you have, now. I give you that right. Please go and investigate that hand-bag, Mr. Maitland. I wish you to."
He turned and stared at her curiously. "I don't know what to think," he said. "I can not believe"
"You mu-must believe. I have no right to profit by your disbelief. … Dear Mr. Maitland, you have been kind to me, very kind to me; do me this last kindness, if you will."
The young face turned to him was gravely and perilously sweet; very nearly he forgot all else. But that she would not have.
"Do this for me. … What you will find
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