"That was Larry Rockwell. Go on," he said, in a hard metallic voice.

"I see--her, the next night again. It is in the white stone house on the
hill. All the windows are open, an' I can hear her to sing. I not know
that song. It begin, 'Oft in the stilly night'--like that."

Charley stiffened. It was the song Kathleen sang for him the night they
became engaged.

"It is a good voice-that. I see her face, for there is a candle on the
piano. I come close and closter to the house. There is big maple-trees
--I am well hid. A man is beside her. He lean hover her an' put his
hand on her shoulder. 'Sing it again, Kat'leen,' he say. 'I cannot to
get enough.'"

"Stop!" said Charley, in a strained, harsh voice. "Not yet, M'sieu',"
said Portugais. "It is good for you to hear what I say."

"'Come, Kat'leen!' the man say, an' he blow hout the candle. I hear them
walk away, an' the door shut behin' them. Then I hear anudder voice--ah,
that is a baby--very young baby!"

Charley quickly got to his feet. "Not another word!" he said.

"Yes, yes, but there is one word more, M'sieu'," said Jo, standing up and
facing him firmly. "You must go back. You are not a thief. The woman
is yours. You throw your life away. What is the man to you--or the
man's brat of a child? It is all waiting for you. You mus' go back.
You not steal the money, but that Billy--it is that Billy, I know. You
can forgive your wife, and take her back, or you can say to both, Go!