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Geoffrey?"
"Worse!" he nodded gloomily. "It is indeed a gloomy tale, a tale dark
and dismal that I love not the telling of, for, Mrs. Trapes, that more
than hopeless wretch stands, or rather sits, before you!"
"Save us!" ejaculated Mrs. Trapes, "meanin' yourself?"
"My unworthy self!"
"Lord!" she whispered, "what you been a-doin' of?"
"Wasting a promising life, Mrs. Trapes!"
"You mean," she questioned in a harsh whisper, "you mean as
you've--killed some one--accidental?"
"Oh, no, the life was mine own, Mrs. Trapes."
"Land sakes, Mr. Geoffrey, you give me quite a turn! Y' see, sometimes
folks gets theirselves killed around here--an' it's always
accidental--sure!" and Mrs. Trapes nodded meaningly and went on chewing.
"But say," she demanded, suddenly sharp of eye, "where does Arthur come
in?"
"Arthur comes in right here, Mrs. Trapes! In fact, Arthur broke into
my--er--life just when things were at their darkest generally. Arthur
found me very depressed and gloomy. Arthur taught me that life might yet
have its uses.


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