"Yes, there can be no doubt about that," was the reply.
"It has been proved then?"
"Yes."
Moved to the depths of her being, Imogene covered her face with her hands. Presently she murmured:
"I do not understand it. Why should such a great man as he have desired the death of a woman like her? He said it was all for my sake. What did he mean, Helen?"
"Don't you know?" questioned the other, anxiously.
"How should I? It is the mystery of mysteries to me."
"Ah, then you did not suspect that she was his wife?"
"His wife!" Imogene rose in horror.
"Yes," repeated the little bride with decision. "She was his lawfully wedded wife. They were married as long ago as when we were little children."