"Shall I tell you the name of that other?"
"Yes."
"It is Albert Marlowe."
Ralph Harding started in surprise.
"Does he admit it?" he asked, after a pause.
"No; he does not know that it is suspected. I want you to back me up in the demand that he clear my father from suspicion."
"He will never do it. How could he, without criminating himself?"
"Whatever be the result, my father's character must be cleared."
"Tell me, is your father still living?" asked Ralph Harding, earnestly.
"Yes, he is."