"Someone had to tell you," he rejoined more gently, "and your husband was in my employ."
"And died in your employ," she answered roughly.
"Will you believe me," he retorted, "that, had I known of the terrible risk which he was running, I would have undertaken the errand myself?"
"Yes," she said dully, "I know that you are not a coward."
"Will you tell me why you are here?" he reiterated firmly.
She looked round her, right into the gloom in the direction where the lights of the château glimmered feebly through the trees. Then, turning to the Man in Grey, she said calmly:
"There was a suspicion gnawing at my heart. I came to see if I could confirm it, or lull it for ever to rest."
"You suspect the Trévargans of having had a hand in the outrage against your husband?"
"Don't you?" she retorted.
He made no reply and even through the darkness she could see that he appeared deeply buried in thought. He had turned off the light of his lantern, and by the dim light of the moon, partly hidden behind a veil of clouds, they could only distinguish one another's outline against the dense background of the shrubberies.