"At their encounter, didn't Bienville fire into the air—?"
"I've never heard so."
"And didn't George Eveleth fall from a self-inflicted shot?"
"No. He died at the hand of the Marquis de Bienville."
"So you told me once before, though you didn't tell me the man's name. But, Diane, aren't you convinced in your heart that George Eveleth knew that which made his life no longer worth the living?"
"Do you mean that he knew something—about me?"
"Yes—about you."
"That's the most cruel charge Monsieur de Bienville has invented yet."
"Suppose he didn't invent it? Suppose it was a fact?"
"Have you any purpose in subjecting me to this needless torture?"