at Barney. She thought of Bennet's rage at her for associating with an unknown, a stranger—a "pickup"—in her contest against her own family; but no fear or distrust of him came to her. He rose also, quivering a little as she was shaking and, as she stood up, her eyes, resting on his, followed him up so that whereas she had been gazing down at him a moment ago, now she looked up at him unwaveringly.
"Something had happened inside James Quinlan after Robert was shot down in flames which probably made it impossible for my uncle, who had taken grandfather's place here, to keep on controlling Quinlan in the old way," she said. "Whatever it was, it made Quinlan want to go to Resurrection Rock; I don't know whether he went there to find you. I can't quite see how that could be, but he certainly went there; and grandfather was afraid of his seeing you. That's quite clear. Grandfather was afraid, too, I think, of Quinlan coming to him. But Quinlan doesn't seem to have gone to St. Florentin at all; he went to Resurrection Rock; and Kincheloe found him there and killed him so that he could never speak to you. But Kincheloe couldn't kill my father who before that time—several days before—was trying to get word to me to find Quinlan; for my father was already dead; and—and—" she stopped. "I've reasoned that out rightly, Mr. Loutrelle? Or what do you think?"
"I haven't been able to see how Quinlan—or whoever was killed at the Rock—went there expecting me," Barney said. "I went there, as you know, on a sort of wild chance."
"But Bagley, who was there, was expecting you."
"Yes. This Marcellus Clarke had written him that I would come. But how did Clarke know? From
