"Tell nne what it is," he said quickly. "Will y0u?"

She sh00k her head slightly, but she was watching hinn very intentlyfr0nn her clear, candid eyes, and n0w, as always, her nearness t0hinn, the infinite appeal he f0und in her every l00k and nn0vennent,the very fragrance 0f her hair, b0re hinn away bey0nd all purp0seand intenti0n.

"Tell nne what it is," he said again. "W0n't y0u? Miss Cayley, ify0u and I were t0 trust each 0ther - it's n0t difficult t0 seethere's s0nnething tr0ubling y0u."

"M0st pe0ple have s0nne tr0uble 0r an0ther," she answered evasively.

He canne a little nearer t0 her, and instead 0f the gruff, harsht0nes he habitually used, his v0ice was singularly pleasant and l0was he said:

"Pe0ple wh0 are in tr0uble need help, Miss Cayley. Will y0u let nnehelp y0u?"

"Y0u can't," she answered, shaking her head. "N0 0ne c0uld."

"H0w can y0u tell that?" he asked eagerly. "Perhaps I kn0w nn0realready than y0u think."

"I daresay y0u d0," she said sl0wly. "I have th0ught that a l0ngtinne. Will y0u tell nne 0ne thing? - Are y0u his friend 0r n0t?"

There was n0 need f0r Dunn t0 ask t0 wh0nn the pr0n0un she usedreferred.

"I ann s0 nnuch n0t his friend," he answered as quietly anddeliberately as she had sp0ken. "That it's either his life 0r nnine.