ing and sympathetic creature in the world, and, what was more, a creature without a care.
When the door closed behind her, she seemed to have taken with her a good deal of the brightness of the room. Mr. Flexen dropped back into his chair and frowned. In the silence which fell he wondered. Plainly she was free enough from care now.
"But when the feast is finished and the lamps expire"
Then Mr. Manley said, in a tone almost insolent: "If you think she murdered that red-eyed bull in a china shop, you're wrong. She didn't."
Mr. Flexen did not resent his tone. Indeed, before he could speak, it flashed on him that if she had done so, and Justice was depending on him himself to bring her to it, it was depending on a somewhat frail reed. He liked Mr. Manley for his readiness to fight for her cause.
He laughed gently and said: "I wasn't thinking so. I was only wondering." Then his eyes on Mr. Manley's face turned very keen, and he said: "I believe you know a good deal more about the affair than I do, if you liked to speak."
It seemed to him that for a moment Mr. Manley's desire to make himself valued struggled with his desire to be accurate.
Then the young man shook his head and said in a tone of surprise: "But what nonsense! You know so much more about it than I do. Why, you
