Cold and white, the girl stood in silence, her heart beating wildly, her mind occupied with schemes of escape.
After a while the lawyer looked up and tapped the book with his forefinger.
“Your precious secret is a secret no longer,” he said with a hard laugh. Kathleen made no answer. “If I hadn’t been a fool, I should have seen through it before,” he added, then he looked at the girl in meditation.
“I have two propositions before me,” he said, “and I want your help.”
“You will have no help from me, Mr. Spedding,” she replied coldly. “To-morrow you will be asked to explain your extraordinary conduct.”
He laughed.
“To-morrow, by whom? By Angel or the young swell-mobsman who’s half in love with you?”
He laughed again as he saw the color rising to the girl’s cheeks.
“Ah! I’ve hit the mark, have I?”
She received his speech in contemptuous silence.