She only smiled for the fraction of a second, and that at the unconscious employment of her Christian name.
"I'm not at all mad," she said. "I am very sane."
She looked at him thoughtfully, and then of a sudden seemed to shrink back, and her face went whiter. "You—you have a warrant for me!" she whispered.
He nodded.
"And you're going to arrest me?"
He shook his head.
"No," he said briefly. "I am leaving that to somebody else. I have sickened of the case, and I'm going out of it."
"He sent you here," she said slowly.
"He?"
"Yes—I remember. You were working with him, or he wanted you to work with him."