for that promise? Do as you like, Phil, but I mean every word of
it!"

"You wouldn't dare, Dorothy, you wouldn't dare!" he cried,
imploringly. "They are not to blame. I am the guilty one. They are
not--"

"One way or the other, Phil!" she cried, firmly. "It is safety for
all or disgrace for all. Now, will you go to Brussels?"

"But, my heavens, how can you explain to the world?" he cried, in
deepest distress.

"I have thought of all that. Providence gave me the solution," she
said, her face beaming with the joy of victory.

"Not even Providence can supply an explanation," he groaned.

"You forget Courant, the dead man. He cannot deny the charge if I
conclude to accuse him of the crime. He is the solution!"






XXX

LOVE IS BLIND