"
"For what?" Leonore had lifted her head, and there was a look of hope in
her eyes, as well as of doubt.
"Because it was better at that time than the truth. But Watts will tell
you that I lied."
"Papa?"
"Yes, Dot. Dear old Peter speaks the truth."
"But if you lied to her, why not to me?"
"I can't lie to you, Leonore. I am telling you the truth. Won't you
believe me?"
"I do," cried Leonore. "I know you speak the truth. It's in your face
and voice." And the next moment her arms were about Peter's neck, and
her lips were on his.
Just then some one in the "torchlight" shouted:
"What's the matter wid Stirling?"
And a thousand voices joyfully yelled;
"He's all right."
And so was the crowd.
CHAPTER LX.
A CONUNDRUM.
Mr. Pierce was preparing to talk. Usually Mr. Pierce was talking. Mr.
Pierce had been talking already, but it had been to single listeners
only, and for quite a time in the last three hours Mr. Pierce had been
compelled to be silent.
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