Meanwhile, I have given him as fair a warning as a man could wish." Severino lay back yet again in silence and deep twilight.

His breath came quickly.

A shiver seemed to pass through the bed.
"You needn't have done that," he whispered at last.
"I thought it was the fair thing to do." "Yet you needn't have done it--because--your first idea was right!" [Illustration: "I'll tell you who I thought it was at first," said he, heartily.] "Right ?" echoed Langholm, densely.

"My first idea was--right ?" "You said you first thought it was I who killed--her husband." "It couldn't have been!" "But it was." Langholm got back to his feet.

He could conceive but one explanation of this preposterous statement.