"Nell Norcross, tell me what you mean!"
"She—she didn't write it. Oh, Mary! Oh—please!"
For Mary had taken her by the shoulders and was pushing her rigidly against the back of the chair.
"Who wrote it?" demanded Mary.
"I did."
It required several seconds for Mary to absorb this astounding confession. Then:
"You forged it?"
"I—I wrote it. It isn't forgery, is it? I won't go to jail, will I? Oh, Mary, don't let them——"
Mary shook her somewhat roughly.