"What rest?"
"He killed your father."
"Killed--my father?"
"Yes. He forged his name; he ruined him: and in the shock--in the shock--he----"
Madam stopped. "What?" gasped Arthur.
"Well, the shock killed your father."
"Do you mean that he died of it?"
"He could not bear the trouble; and he--shot himself."
Madam's face was white now: white with emotion. Arthur, in his emotion, seized her hand, and gazed at her.
"It is true," she whispered. "He shot himself in the trouble and disgrace that Adair brought upon him. And you, his son, would have married the man's daughter!"