PLANS FOR ESCAPE.
Marjorie looked at her lover. He met her gaze fairly. But she saw fear in his eyes—a thing she had never seen there before.
She knew he had never known the meaning of fear until now. Then she looked at her brother. Crossing to his side she told him to stand up.
"Look at me, Rupert. Tell me whether you're innocent or guilty—one moment, before you speak. I know, but I want to hear the truth from your lips."
"It can make no difference." Jim Crichton spoke. "He has been found guilty. He has escaped from prison. He must go back to prison."
Brother and sister were standing close together, facing one another fearlessly now. To Jim listening and watching it seemed a long time before Rupert spoke.
"I am innocent," he said at last.
Marjorie put her arms around him, holding him closely and tightly. "I knew it."
Tears filled her eyes, but she forced them back. "Who was the guilty person? Do you know that?"
"Yes. I know that."