"They had invented another, madame."
"But none save I knew of it. How could they hear it?" she questioned wonderingly.
"That, Mistress Barbara, is what I have been wondering ever since my arrest."
She looked at him curiously.
"And did you ever, in the midst of your wondering, suspect me, Captain Protheroe?"
He dropped his eyes before her clear glance.
"I am ashamed to confess that I did."
"That was unjust," she exclaimed quickly. "Despite all testimony, I never believed that you had betrayed me."
"I betray you!" he cried indignantly. "Why, how could you dream it, madame?"
"And how should you then deem it possible in me?"