"Why take it for granted that you did?" he suggested, partly from a desire to comfort her, but also because there really lingered a doubt in his mind.
"Do you suspect any one else?" she cried.
"Not at present, but——"
She threw up her hands with a gesture of despair. "No, of course not. I must have killed him. But I never meant to—you will believe that, won't you? Those doctors were right, I must have been insane!"
"I am sure you were not. Arthur only intended to frighten you by sending for those men."
"But if I was not crazy, why can I remember so little of what took place on that dreadful night and for some time afterwards?"
"I am told that a severe shock often has that effect," replied Cyril. "But, oh, how I wish you could answer a few questions! I don't want to raise your hopes; but there is one thing that has always puzzled me and till that is explained I for one shall always doubt whether it was you who killed Arthur."
Again the eager light leaped into her eyes.
"Oh, tell me quickly what—what makes you think that I may not have done so?"
Cyril contemplated her a moment in silence. He longed to pursue the topic, but was fearful of the effect it might have on her.