A LOOP OF SILK
Sweetwater hesitated.
"I am very fond of the one of your own choosing," he smiled, "but if you insist——"
Mr. Gryce was already writing.
In another moment the two slips were passed in exchange across the table.
Instantly, a simultaneous exclamation left the lips of both.
Each read a name he was in no wise prepared to see. They had been following diverging lines instead of parallel ones; and it took some few minutes for them to adjust themselves to this new condition.
Then Mr. Gryce spoke:
"What led you into loading up Correy with an act which to accept as true would oblige us to deny every premise we have been at such pains to establish?"
"Because—and I hope you will pardon me, Mr. Gryce, since our conclusions are so different—I found it easier to attribute this deed of folly—or crime, if we can prove it such—to a man young in years than to one old enough to know better."