Chapter 27 RESTITUTION

"Bess, why are you so white? What has happened to you in the last twenty-four hours? Have you heard from him?"

"No, no; I'm all right." But her eyes, hunted and wandering, belied her words.

I drew her hands down into mine across the table lying between us.

"I want to help you," I whispered; "I think I can. Something has happened which give