"Judith!" he cried, desperately, "do you not hear what I say? This scoundrel says that you visited Melstane at night and put those two pills into the box with the intention of poisoning him."
Still she said nothing, and Roger felt a feeling of horror arise in his breast as he watched her face, so cold, so frozen, so impassive in its fixed calm.
"He has your handkerchief to prove that you were there. Judith, speak!"
All at once the still figure became endowed with life, and with a choking cry she tore herself from his encircling arms, and sprang across the room.
"Judith!"
In a frenzy of dread he leaped up from his kneeling position, and went rapidly towards her with outstretched hands.
"Stop!" she cried, wildly, shrinking against the wall, "stop!"
"Speak, speak! You must speak and deny this story."
"I cannot."
"Judith."