He does not _know_, or he would have told the police."
"You do not think he was--was in love with Jennie Brice, do you?"
"I'm certain of that," I said. "He is very much in love with a foolish
girl, who ought to have more faith in him than she has."
[Illustration: She sat up in bed suddenly.]
She colored a little, and smiled at that, but the next moment she was
sitting forward, tense and questioning again.
"If that is true, Mrs. Pitman," she said, "who was the veiled woman
he met that Monday morning at daylight, and took across the bridge to
Pittsburgh? I believe it was Jennie Brice. If it was not, who was it?"
"I don't believe he took any woman across the bridge at that hour. Who
says he did?"
"Uncle Jim saw him. He had been playing cards all night at one of the
clubs, and was walking home. He says he met Mr. Howell face to face,
and spoke to him. The woman was tall and veiled. Uncle Jim sent for
him, a day or two later, and he refused to explain. Then they forbade
him the house. Mama objected to him, anyhow, and he only came on
sufferance.
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