She held the chair arms more tightly.
"Please go on, Mr. Harley," she said.
The words were spoken in a very low voice, but the speaker looked
up bravely, and Harley, reassured, proceeded uninterruptedly to
the end of the story. Then:
"At some future time, Miss Abingdon," he concluded, "I hope you
will allow me to call upon you. There is so much to be
discussed--"
Again Phil Abingdon looked up into his face. "I have forced
myself to come to see you to-day," she said, "because I realize
there is no service I can do poor dad so important as finding
out--"
"I understand," Harley interrupted, gently. "But--"
"No, no." Phil Abingdon shook her head rebelliously. "Please ask
me what you want to know. I came for that."
He met the glance of violet eyes, and understood something of
Doctor McMurdoch's helplessness. He found his thoughts again
wandering into strange, wild byways and was only recalled to the
realities by the dry, gloomy voice of the physician. "Go on, Mr.
Harley," said Doctor McMurdoch. "She has grand courage."
CHAPTER VII. CONFESSIONS
Paul Harley crossed the room and stood in front of the tall
Burmese cabinet. He experienced the utmost difficulty in adopting
a judicial attitude toward his beautiful visitor. Proximity
increased his mental confusion. Therefore he stood on the
opposite side of the office ere beginning to question her.
"In the first place, Miss Abingdon," he said, speaking very
deliberately, "do you attach any particular significance to the
term 'Fire-Tongue'?"
Phil Abingdon glanced rapidly at Doctor McMurdoch.
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