“And you have formed no idea as to who this Chief may be?” asked the big brown eyes, flashing with a new purpose.

“I haven’t a scrap of evidence that can be used in an English-speaking court of justice—but I am morally certain that I know the man.”

“And if you knew him by his own confession?”

“I could send him to the gallows within thirty days.”

“The man you suspect?”

“John Graham!”

Stella sprang to her feet, her face white with an emotion which stopped for a moment her very heart-beat.

“Within a month I’ll tell you the truth”—she said with laboured breath.

“Can you do it?”

“Beyond the shadow of a doubt!” was her firm answer.