What do you
say?" he added sharply, as Gifford was silent.
"I should not do anything in a hurry," Gifford answered.
"But surely," Kelson remonstrated, "the sooner we take the line of
putting ourselves in the right the better."
Again Gifford paused before replying.
"Can Miss Tredworth give no explanation, has she no idea as to how the
stains came on her dress?"
"None whatever," was the emphatic answer.
"You are absolutely sure of that?"
Kelson jumped up from his chair. "Hugh, what are you driving at?" he
cried, his eyes full of vague suspicion. "I--I don't understand the cool
way you are taking this. There is something behind it. Tell me. I will
know; I have a right."
Evidently the man was almost beside himself with the fear of something he
could not comprehend. Gifford rose and laid a hand sympathetically on
his shoulder. "I am sorry to seem so brutal, Harry," he said gently, "but
this discovery does not surprise me."
Kelson recoiled as from a blow, staring at his friend with a
horror-struck face. "Why, good heavens, what do you mean?" he gasped.
"Only," Gifford answered calmly, "that when you introduced me to
Miss Tredworth at the dance I noticed the stains on the white
flowers she wore.
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