"But mother, you did not sell the rubies?"
"I have sold all my jewels, Harry."
Harry stood up. His mother gave him a long look. She had made this sacrifice for him. He understood and colored when he remembered the fate of the money his mother's rubies had brought. It was luck alone which had saved their name from a blot on the evening when McCausland raided the Dove-Cote.
"I must curtail my expenses," he said, rising to go.
"There is another matter, Harry," said his mother, still sadly but gently. "I saw Mr. McCausland in town today. He desires you to testify at your cousin's trial."
"Testify against Bob!"
"It is in relation to the will—the disinheriting of your cousin."
"Why, he admits that himself."
"He may deny it if his conviction hangs upon that point Mr. McCausland wishes to leave no weak link in the chain."
"Hang it, mother, I don't want to be mixed up in it. Think of the looks."