"But that is not true. However cruel he is, that accusation is unfounded. I know that myself."
"How do you know it?" asked Keith, in surprise.
"He told me the whole story: explained the thing to my satisfaction. It was a poor crazy girl who claimed that he married her; said Mr. Rimmon had performed the ceremony She was crazy. I saw Mr. Rimmon's letter denying the whole thing."
"Do you know his handwriting?" inquired Keith, grimly.
"Whose?"
"Well, that of both of them?"
She nodded, and Keith, taking out his pocket-book, opened it and took therefrom a slip of paper. "Look at that. I got that a few days ago from the witness who was present."
"Why, what is this?" She sprang up in her excitement.
"It is incredible!" she said slowly. "Why, he told me the story with the utmost circumstantiality."
"He lied to you," said Keith, grimly. "And Rimmon lied. That is their handwriting. I have had it examined by the best expert in New York City. I had not intended to use that against him, but only to clear the character of that poor young creature whom he deceived and then abandoned; but as he is defaming her here, and is at his old trade of trying to deceive women, it is time he was shown up in his true colors."