"We know of no other person who was there but the men employed."
"What do you know?"
With all her restraint gone—a suffering and despairing woman, Mrs. Ocumpaugh was on her knees, grasping my arm with both hands.
"Quit this torture! tell me that you know it all and leave me to—to—die!"
"Madam!"
I was confounded; and as I looked at her face, strained back in wild appeal, I was more than confounded, I was terrified.
"Madam, what does this mean? Are you—you—"
"Lock the door!" she cried; "no one must come in here now. I have said so much that I must say more. Listen and be my friend; oh, be my friend! Those were my footsteps you saw in the bungalow. It was I who carried Gwendolen into that secret hole."