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"Her stepbrother," I corrected. "No, of course, it isn't likely, or

possible. Why didn't you tell me, Halsey?"

"Well, there were two reasons," he said slowly.

"One was that you had a girl already picked out for me--"

"Nonsense," I broke in, and felt myself growing red. I had, indeed,

one of the--but no matter.

"And the second reason," he pursued, "was that the Armstrongs would

have none of me."

I sat bolt upright at that and gasped.

"The Armstrongs!" I repeated. "With old Peter Armstrong driving a

stage across the mountains while your grandfather was war governor--"

"Well, of course, the war governor's dead, and out of the matrimonial

market," Halsey interrupted. "And the present Innes admits himself he

isn't good enough for--for Louise."

"Exactly," I said despairingly, "and, of course, you are taken at your

own valuation. The Inneses are not always so self-depreciatory."

"Not always, no," he said, looking at me with his boyish smile.

"Fortunately, Louise doesn't agree with her family. She's willing to

take me, war governor or no, provided her mother consents. She isn't

overly-fond of her stepfather, but she adores her mother. And now,

can't you see where this thing puts me? Down and out, with all of

them."

"But the whole thing is absurd," I argued. "And besides, Gertrude's

sworn statement that you left before Arnold Armstrong came would clear

you at once."

Halsey got up and began to pace the room, and the air of cheerfulness

dropped like a mask.

"She can't swear it," he said finally. "Gertrude's story was true as

far as it went, but she didn't tell everything. Arnold Armstrong came

here at two-thirty--came into the billiard-room and left in five

minutes. He came to bring--something."

"Halsey," I cried, "you MUST tell me the whole truth. Every time I see

a way for you to escape you block it yourself with this wall of

mystery. What did he bring?"

"A telegram--for Bailey," he said. "It came by special messenger from

town, and was--most important. Bailey had started for here, and the

messenger had gone back to the city. The steward gave it to Arnold,

who had been drinking all day and couldn't sleep, and was going for a

stroll in the direction of Sunnyside."

"And he brought it?"

"Yes."

"What was in the telegram?"

"I can tell you--as soon as certain things are made public. It is only

a matter of days now," gloomily.

"And Gertrude's story of a telephone message?"

"Poor Trude!" he half whispered. "Poor loyal little girl! Aunt Ray,

there was no such message. No doubt your detective already knows that

and discredits all Gertrude told him."

"And when she went back, it was to get--the telegram?"

"Probably," Halsey said slowly. "When you get to thinking about it,

Aunt Ray, it looks bad for all three of us, doesn't it? And yet--I

will take my oath none of us even inadvertently killed that poor devil."