actuated by no keener emotion than horror at a father's suicide?"
"I do not know, I cannot say; but that he himself put the poison in the decanter I will not believe. A thief is not necessarily a parricide. Even if he were in great straits and needed the money my father's will undoubtedly leaves him, he would think twice before he ran the risk of making Carrie and myself his natural enemies. No, no, if my father has died from poison, it was through a mistake, or by the administration of his own hand, never by that of Joe Benson's."
"Ah, and has anybody here present dared to charge him with such a deed!"
With a start both gentlemen turned; an accusing spirit stood before them.
"Edith!" broke from Hartley's lips. "This is no place for you! Go back! go back!"
"My place is where the name of Joseph Benson is uttered," she proudly answered, "whether the words be for good or evil. I am his betrothed wife as you know, and again I ask, who has dared to utter an insinuation, however light, that he, the tender son and generous
