"
Winthrop looked straight into her eyes. His own were pleading,
full of tenderness and pity; so eloquent with meaning that those
of the girl fell before them.
"That is no answer," said the man. "You know it's not. I tell
you -- you will fail."
From the hall Judge Gaylor entered noisily. Instinctively the
man and girl moved nearer together, and upon the intruder
Winthrop turned angrily.
"Well?" he demanded sharply. "I thought you had finished your
talk," protested the Judge. "Mr. Hallowell is anxious to begin."
Winthrop turned and looked at Vera steadily. For an instant the
eyes of the girl faltered, and then she returned his glance with
one as resolute as his own. As though accepting her verdict as
final, Winthrop walked quickly to the door. "I shall be
downstairs," he said, "when this is over, let me know."
Gaylor struggled to conceal his surprise and satisfaction. "You
won't be here for the seance?" he exclaimed.
"Certainly not," cried Winthrop. "I -- " He broke off suddenly.
Without again looking toward Vera, or trying to hide his
displeasure, he left the room.
Gaylor turned to the girl. He was smiling with relief.
"Excellent!" he muttered. "Excellent! What was he saying to
you,:" he asked eagerly, "as I came in -- that you would fail?"
The girl moved past him to the door. "Yes," she answered dully.
"But you will not!" cried the man. "We're all counting on you,
you know. Destroy the old will.
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