"I don't believe it; I don't believe it," she cried, vehemently. "Bianca did not kill him."
"How do you know?" he asked, pointedly.
"Do you also accuse her?" she said, turning fiercely on him.
"I accuse nobody," he said, coldly, "I merely tell you to hold your tongue."
"I will justify myself to my sister, not to you," said Carmela, proudly; "she will be here next week."
"What!--Is she coming here?" "Yes."
"My faith! What cursed fools women are," he cried: "write, telegraph, anything, only say she must not come."
"Why not?"
"Because there is danger."
"Danger!"