"Johnnie Worsham's—"
"What were you doing there? You neither drink nor gamble."
Again the dark face smiled.
"I was asked by my Chief to report on the habits of every man in my Department—particularly to report every man who frequents the gambling hells of Richmond—"
Jennie watched him nervously, her hands trembling.
"It's possible of course—"
Her eyes suddenly filled with tears and she threw herself into his arms.
And then it happened—the little thing, trivial and insignificant, that makes and unmakes life.
For a long while no words were spoken. With gentle touch he soothed her trembling body, bending to kiss the waves of rich brown hair.