"That letter I dictated to you the day that you came back to me and left for you to mail—did you mail it?"
For a sixteenth of a second she hesitated. Should she go on lying, or stop right now and confess everything? She dare not. She had not the courage. Positively, decisively, almost indignantly, she answered:
"Yes—of course. Why do you ask?"
He eyed her keenly, trying to penetrate her thoughts.
"You're quite sure?"
"Yes, I'm quite sure." With an effrontery that surprised herself, she added: "I wouldn't say so if I wasn't."
"And you didn't know Madison was coming East until you read about it in that newspaper?"
"No—no—I didn't know."
"Have you heard from him?"
Again an opportunity presented itself to tell the truth, and again her courage failed her.