"I will not allow it," cried Cyril, almost beside himself and throwing a protecting arm around Amy's shoulders.
Her bloodshot eyes rested a moment on her husband, then gently disengaging herself, she drew herself to her full height and faced the inspector.
"What is the matter? You need not try to spare me."
"His Lordship——"
"Do not listen to his Lordship. It is I who demand to be told the truth."
"Amy, I beg you—" interposed Cyril.
"No, no," she cried, shaking off her husband's hand. "Let me know the worst. Don't you see that you are torturing me?"
"There has been a mistake. It is all my fault," began Cyril.
She silenced him with an imperious gesture.
"I am waiting to hear what the inspector has to say."