“Yes,” Molly breathed, fairly hypnotized into the truth by Wise’s suggestive air and tense, compelling voice.
CHAPTER XVIII
Fitted to a T
“Now, look here, Molly,” and Wise fixed her with his piercing gaze, “you say Richard Bates married you. I don’t believe it for a minute, but I do believe somebody married you, or pretended to, to keep your mouth shut on an important matter. It may have been Bob Moore, or——but I’m going to find out who it was, and I’m going to find out now. If, as you say, it was Richard Bates, why did he do it?”
Molly gulped in a scared, desperate fashion and her eyes rolled wildly about as she replied, “To shield somebody else.”
“Who?” Zizi snapped at her.
“You know well enough,” the girl sullenly answered.
“But you said it was not Mr Bates’ aunt.”
“Oh, no, it wasn’t.”