"He has told me all!"
"All?"
"He has told not only me but Fanks!"
"The detective?"
"Yes."
She hid her face in her hands with a startled cry, at which he sprang quickly from his chair and flung himself on his knees beside her.
"Oh, my love—my love!" he cried, entreatingly, "you are innocent; you are innocent. I know you are!"
"I innocent?"
She was looking down at him with an expression of amazement on her face, the beauty of which was marred by tears, by weariness, and by anxious thought.
"Yes! I'll swear you did not kill him!"