“If it isn’t Jim who knows, it can be only one other,” she reasoned, “Mayor Brenchfield.”

“Yes!”

“Is he likely to betray you?”

“He would if he felt free to do it;––but as things stand, he daren’t.”

“Oh!”

That simple little word which can mean so many things, was Eileen’s answer.

She sighed, then she brightened up again.

“Well!––that has been got rid of, anyway.”

On climbing the steepest part of the hill road, she questioned Phil once more.

“Do you intend making blacksmithing your life’s business?”