"It's something somebody who appreciates Sylvia, as I think you do, ought to know about her.

Andrew Kelton told me just before Sylvia started to college.

The poor man had been carrying it alone till it broke him down; he had never told another soul.

I reckon it was the hardest job he ever did to tell me; and I wouldn't be telling you except somebody ought to know who's in a position to help Sylvia--sort o' look out for her and protect her.

I believe"-- and she put out her hand and touched his arm lightly--"I believe I can trust you to do that." "Yes, Mrs.Owen." She waited until he had answered her, and even then she was silent, lost in thought.
"Professor Kelton didn't know, Daniel," she began gravely, "who Sylvia's father was." She minimized the significance of this by continuing rapidly.