"Is it him you mean?
"He is worse than a murderer," Lady Jenny cried. "He is a spy!"
"I was sure of it. But how do you know?"
"I know; and I can't tell you how. As to the murder, he has to do with that too. I believe he did it himself."
"But how do you know?" repeated Brenda. "How do you know?"
"No matter. I am sure he fired that shot, and I can prove it."
"Prove it, and hang him!" cried Brenda, and there was bitter hatred in her voice.
The little widow sat down again, and the fire died out of her eyes. "No, I cannot hang him, even though he is guilty. There are things--oh, I can't tell you. The man must go unpunished for the sake of--go away, child, and leave it all to me."
"But I want to know the truth--I must save Harold!"
"I will save Harold. He is safe from Van Zwieten. As to the truth, you shall know it when once he is out of the country."