to come. I have known it ever since the night I was Caesar's wife, and it was so cold. I got this cough then, and it's done for me. Won't you tell me what to do about Tom? I have been a good mother to him, Judge Tyler. I have worked and slaved for him, and it's got to count for something. Won't you tell me what's to be done—won't you?"
This last very pitifully. Judge Tyler was not unmoved, but his keen sense of justice told him that the woman should not have come to him.
"Harmony," he said, "was there no one else to whom you could go?"
"What do you mean?" she said. "I thought you—"
"You don't understand, perhaps," said he. "I'm going to ask you a question—a painful question."
"Yes."
"Harmony, what was the man's name?"
She breathed in once, hard.
"I don't know," she said.
