flustered to think where the weakness lay, for I felt the matter was getting serious. It is one thing to have the satisfaction of showing your wife that she has made a blunder; it is another to confirm her suspicions by your denial. In the end she did appear to believe that the horse ran away and that I really had tried, with some small measure of success, to save Mr. Fairman's life, but that didn't end the matter. Marion has unusual psychological insight. Not only can she unearth thoughts and motives that I am conscious of having, but she can go deeper still, delving into unexplored regions of sub-consciousness to find the thoughts and motives that I am not aware of having. "How strange!" she mused. "You had time to think of so much in those few minutes. Did I understand you to say that your one idea was to save Mr. Fairman?" "Well, that was the dominant one. The[Pg 213] other thoughts that flashed through my mind were all dependent on it, as the tones of a musical scale are related to the tonic." [Pg 213] Not once in years do I think of so apt an illustration within five minutes of the time I need it, and I was so wrapped up in conceit of my remark that I walked, open-eyed but unseeing, into the most transparent pitfall. Knowing, in my innocence, that I had nothing to conceal, I forgot for the time that I must be on my guard against Marion's digging up something that wasn't there. "And you never considered," she asked, "how dreadful it would be for Paul and me if anything happened to you?" "It never entered my mind," I answered confidently, "but I can tell you I was afraid the old gentleman would be killed or mangled before he was married—then where would Aunt Sophy have been?" "Where would Aunt Sophy have been?" "Don't you see," I explained, with a confidential lowering of my voice, "that if he had been killed before the ceremony she would have been left out in the cold;[Pg 214] whereas, afterwards it wouldn't matter—ah—so much." [Pg 214] "Wouldn't matter—so——" "In a pecuniary sense," I interjected nervously. "I know she'd be heartbroken and all that, but as a widow—I mean, as his widow—she'd be wealthy, and—and—she'd get over——" By Marion's stony glare I knew I had struck quicksand; I felt myself sinking and
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