"Certainly, if they are guilty of what you say," returned Franklin. "But let me tell you something. I know a little of this case, and I am certain that Mr. Brice had nothing to do with it—in the manner you suppose. He is a thorough gentleman, and would never stoop to anything low or mean."
Mrs. Bliss opened her eyes widely. "You know this man, whose name you say is Brice?" she gasped.
"Yes."
"And did you ever hear of Wilbur through him?"
"No. But I think I know of your brother's child. If I am not mistaken, Mr. Brice is taking very good care of her."
"He has her!" She paused, and walked across the floor of the room, "If he is a good man, as you say, why doesn't he compel Montague Smith to release me and give me a chance to tell my story to the world?"
"That I know nothing about. Perhaps he has reasons, and perhaps he does not know that you are conflned here. If you wish, I will communicate with him on that point," added Franklin, with sudden determination.
"Do so, at once! But perhaps he can do nothing!" She placed her two hands to her forehead. "How my head aches! I have been in this room
