“A thousand thanks—once more good-by.”
Then their hands met, and for a moment May looked up in John Temple’s face, and she blushed softly as she did so.
CHAPTER X.
THE WAGES OF SIN.
It was a dark night when Henderson slunk home after his accursed deed; dark and late, yet his mother was waiting up for him and anxiously listening for his return. She heard him turn the latch-key in the door, and went out into the hall to meet him.
“You are late, Tom,” she said.
He started violently when he saw her.
“You up!” he said, hoarsely.
“Yes, I waited to say good-night. Why, Tom,” she added the next minute, lifting her lighted candle higher, “whatever is the matter with your coat? Where did you get that stain?”