"Tell me, my friend, why you left my chapel so hurriedly last night."
Dean flushed. "I was feeling a bit faint," he returned.
"That's conscience."
"Oh, I don't know. The chapel was very packed and hot."
"It was conscience. Why won't you be frank with me?"
"There's nothing to be frank about."
The minister looked steadily at him, and Dean flushed still further and fidgetted uncomfortably.
"I must be getting back to my carriage," he murmured.
"The Lord has brought you to me a second time. There may never be a third time. The Lord has——"
A sudden jerk of the car threw them both off their feet. They were passing now over a high trestle bridge above a foaming torrent. There was a horrible grinding and jarring and crashing. The tail-car of the train flicked out sideways and hung half over the river, dragging with it the cars in front. For an age-long second it seemed as if the whole train would be precipitated into the water.