"Durham was too much cut up when he came to us last night, Jess, for it to be a blind. A tragedy it may be, but not a blind."
"But who was the man? Whoever he was he killed Charlie, killed him, Fred. They have no right to hide his name. Besides—how do we know he was shot? Durham said so, but where is the body?"
"Jess," he said, "it is sad enough. What the mystery is I cannot say, but if it has cleared Charlie's name——"
She sank into a chair and buried her face in her hands.
"Oh, that will not bring him back!" she sobbed. "What will that do now?"
He bent over her, with his hand on her shoulder.
"I know," he said, "I know how bitter it is, how hard."
"I said they would find him innocent when—when he had gone," she exclaimed.
"The Bank wants to make what amends it can," he said softly. "Will you let——"