"Did you look at him? Did you see his face?" Sargent asked as they turned the corner and approached the house.
"Whose face?" Judge Houston looked up quickly.
"The man's—Jacob Phelps."
"Yes—why?"
"Did you see anything in it but cruelty—malignity—daring?"
"No—there was nothing else."
"Oh, but you are mistaken. There is something else."
"What?"
"I don't know. I'd give half my life to find out. I must find out to-night—I will!"
Mrs. Houston was standing at the gate to welcome them, Natalia on her pony before the block, both of them silent in their impatience to hear the outcome of the first day.