His face was strangely white.
"I understand--everything, Jean," he whispered huskily, and his lips seemed parched.

"To-morrow, we will destroy all evidence, and kill.
That is the one way.

And that secret which you dread, which Josephine has told me I could not guess in a thousand years, will be buried forever.

But Jean--I HAVE GUESSED IT.

I KNOW! It has come to me at last, and--my God!--I understand!" Slowly, with a look of horror in his eyes, Jean drew back from him.
Philip, with bowed head, saw nothing of the struggle in the half-breed's face.