FALLON: And—he wouldn't?
MRS. HOWARD: Maybe he would—but—he was killed.
FALLON: (Eagerly.) You?
MRS. HOWARD. (In horror.) God, no!
FALLON: It's a pity. That's what you should have done.
MRS. HOWARD: He was a gambler, one night he cheated—the man he cheated, shot him. Then—my baby—died! After two years I came to San Francisco and met you and Tom. Then you went to Klondike and I married Tom.
FALLON: And, you told Tom?
MRS. HOWARD: (Lowering her face.)
FALLON: Helen!
MRS. HOWARP: I know, but I was afraid. I loved him so, and I was afraid.