CHAPTER XX THE TRUTH FROM RUTH
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Next morning I was conscious of but one desire, to get to Ruth and tell her of my love and faith in her, and assure her of my protection and assistance whatever happened.
Whatever happened! The thought struck me like a knell. What could happen but her arrest and trial?
But as I went out of my own door—I left the house early, for I couldn't face Aunt Lucy and Winnie—I suddenly decided it would be better to see Stone first and learn if anything had transpired since I left him.
I rang the bell at Vicky Van's house with a terrible feeling of impending disaster, that might be worse than any yet known.
Fibsy let me in. I wanted to hate that boy and yet his very evident adoration of Ruth Schuyler made me love him. I knew all that he had discovered had
