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"Did it never occur to you," said Mr. Britton, slowly, "that for the

safety of others your secret should be made known now?"

The woman's whole appearance changed; she regarded Mr. Britton with a

look of mingled anger and terror, as he continued: "That man's life and freedom are a constant menace to other lives. Are

you willing to take the responsibility of the results which may follow

your withholding that secret, keeping it locked within your own breast?"

The woman looked quickly for a chance of escape, but Mr. Britton barred

the only means of exit. Her expression was that of a creature brought to

bay.

"I understand the meaning of your kindness to-night," she cried,

fiercely. "You are one of the 'fly' men, and you thought to buy my

secret from me. Let me tell you, you will never buy it, nor can you

force it from me! So long as he does me no harm I will never make it

known, and if I die a natural death, it dies with me!"

"You are mistaken," he replied, calmly; "I am no detective, no official

of any sort. My bringing you here to-night was of itself wholly

disinterested, done for the sake of a friend who wished me to help you.

I have wished to meet you and talk with you, as I was interested to

learn your story, out of sympathy for you and a desire to help you, and

also to shed new light on your husband's character, of which I have made

quite a study; but I am not seeking to force you into making any

disclosures against your will."

Her anger had subsided as quickly as it had been aroused.

"Pardon me, Señor," she said; "I was wrong. Accept my gratitude for your

kindness; I will not forget."

"Don't mention it. If you need help at any time, let me know; I do not

forget that you saved my friend's life. But one word in parting: don't

think your secret will not become known. Those things always work

themselves out, and justice will overtake that man yet. When it does,

your own life may not be as safe as you now think it is. If you need a

friend then, come to me."

The woman regarded him silently for a moment. "Thank you, Señor," she

said, gently; "I understand. Justice will yet overtake him, as you say;

and when it does," she added, significantly, "I will need no help."