Had you done so, we might have got hold of Sal Rawlins before she left Melbourne; but now it's only chance whether she turns up or not."
Brian did not answer to this, and, in fact, hardly seemed to be thinking of what the lawyer was saying; but, just as Calton was leaving, he asked—
"How is Madge?"
"How can you expect her to be?" said Calton, turning angrily on him. "She is very ill, owing to the worry she has been in over this affair."
"My darling! my darling!" cried Brian, in agony, clasping his hands over his head. "I only did it to save you."
Calton approached him, and laid his hand lightly on his shoulder.
"My dear fellow," he said, gravely, "the confidences between lawyer and client are as sacred as those between priest and penitent. You must tell me this secret which concerns Miss Frettlby so deeply."
"No," said Brian, firmly, "I will never reveal what that cursed woman told me. When I would not tell you before, in order to save my life, it is not likely I am going to do so now, when I have nothing to gain and everything to lose by telling it."
"I will never ask you again," said Calton, rather annoyed, as he walked to the door. "And to this accusation of murder, if I can find this girl, you are safe."
When the lawyer left the gaol, he went to the Detective Office to see Kilsip, and ascertain if there was any news of Sal Rawlins; but, as usual, there was none.
"It is fighting against fate," he said, sadly, as he went away; "his life hangs on a mere chance."
The trial was fixed to come off in September, and, of course, there was great excitement in Melbourne over the matter. Great, therefore, was the disappointment when it was discovered that the prisoner's counsel had applied for an adjournment of the trial till October, on the ground that an important witness for the defence could not be found.
