“I want to speak to you,” whispered the girl.
“We can’t wait,” said Arrelsford, stepping forward.
“You must,” persisted the girl. She turned to her mother again, “I can’t do it, I can’t! Oh, let me go!”
“But, my dear,” said her mother, “you were the one who suggested that——”
“But I was sure then, and now——”
“Has he confessed?” asked Mrs. Varney.
“No, no,” answered the girl with a glance of fear and apprehension toward Arrelsford, who stood staring menacingly at her elbow.
“Don’t speak so loud,” whispered the Secret Service Agent.
“Edith,” said her mother soothingly, “what is it that has changed you?”
She waited for an answer, but none came. The girl’s face had been very pale but it now flushed suddenly with colour.