"You pretty actress!" I sneered, "you know nothing, oh, of course, you know nothing!"
"Miss Le Mar knows nothing, Hume," said Sir Charles, in tones of ice. "But it is time she knew. You will tell her, or shall I?"
"You," I muttered. I was a little dazed. Marion had not thought to have me tortured then. I had to readjust my mind, concerning her.
Sir Charles nodded, and the girl and he gazed into each other's eyes.
"Tell me!" she cried.
"His fingers have been pierced with frozen probes between the nail and quick!"
It seemed to me that an hour passed before their glances parted. But at last Marion uttered a little gasping sigh and slowly turned to me. Her face was very pale. "How you must loathe me!" she muttered.
"Yes!" I answered simply. "But you will better understand how much, if you will trouble to explore the room I lately occupied!"
"Come!" said Sir Charles, at once, and he strode across the cellar.
They were not absent long, yet when they returned Marion had some colour in her face. It seemed they had been talking, but I heard the end of their discourse.