THE NEWS OF GREGORY Hall's arrest flew through the town like wildfire.
That evening I went to call on Florence Lloyd, though I had little hope that she would see me.
To my surprise, however, she welcomed me almost eagerly, and, though I knew she wanted to see me only for what legal help I might give her, I was glad even of this.
And yet her manner was far from impersonal. Indeed, she showed a slight embarrassment in my presence, which, if I had dared, I should have been glad to think meant a growing interest in our friendship.
"You have heard all?" I asked, knowing from her manner that she had.
"Yes," she replied; "Mr. Hall was here for dinner, and then—then he went away to—"
"To prison," I finished quietly. "Florence, I cannot think he is the murderer of your uncle."
If she noticed
