"We won't speak about that now," said Mr. Harrison. "All we want you to do is to make a complete confession of your knowledge of the affair."
"I haven't any knowledge."
"You have," I said. "You know everything. I have papers here belonging to Woodward, Holtzmann, and Ferguson to prove it. There is no use for you to deny it, and if you insist and make it necessary to call in the police&—"
"No, no! Please don't do that, I beg of you," she cried.
"Then will you do as I wish?"
"But my reputation? It will be gone forever," she moaned.
"It will be gone anyway, if you have to go to prison," observed Mr. Harrison, sagely.
"And if I make a clean confession you will not prosecute me?" she asked eagerly.
"I'll promise you that," I said.
"You are not fooling me?"