He sighed.
"I feared so! I wish that I could have reached you and broken it to you before she came, but I wanted to learn if her story was true, and I telegraphed to the clerk of the church at which she said she was married." He paused to see if Margaret was fully realizing his words, then went on slowly and impressively. "I received an answer promptly. They were married at St. Jude's on the twelfth of March."
Margaret remained motionless.
"But I need not have taken this precaution, for I met the one person who could set all doubt at rest."
She looked up and fixed her eyes upon him.
"I met Blair, and taxed him with his fiendish villainy, and——"
Margaret caught her breath.
—"He confessed it!" he said.
She uttered a low cry, and cowered against the back of the chair.
"I think I could have killed him on the spot," he went on. "He has played the part of a heartless scoundrel! Miss Margaret, do you remember how he started when I remarked how easy it would be for a man to commit bigamy at Sefton?"