“Make her speak, sir,” suggested Balsamo.
“How?”
“By willing that she shall do so.”
Philip looked at his sister while mentally formulating an inquiry and she blushed.
“Oh, Philip, how unkind of you to believe that Andrea would deceive you.”
“Then you love nobody?”
“Not one.”
“But there was an accomplice, the guilty person who must be punished.”
“I do not understand you, brother.”
“You must press her,” said Balsamo: “question her bluntly, without heed of her modesty, for when awakened she will recall nothing of this.”