Edith flushed and looked uneasy. "I don't like that word," she said in irritable tones; "it sounds as though I were a criminal in the dock."
"That is a strong way of putting it, Miss Wedderburn. Why not compare yourself to a witness in the witness-box?"
"Oh, call me what you like," cried the girl, rising impatiently, "but let us finish our conversation as quickly as possible. I have told you about Miss Gilmar, about this room, about Mr. Alder; I know nothing more."
"Nothing, Miss Wedderburn? Think again."
"I tell you I know nothing," said Edith, now crimson with rage. "What do you mean by your hints?"
"I mean that you have another lover," remarked Gebb, acting on the advice of Prain, but quite in the dark as to what it would bring forth.
Miss Wedderburn sat down promptly again on the couch as though her limbs refused to support her, and the flush on her face gave place to a deadly pallor. She shook in every limb, as though overcome with terror.
"Arthur!" she faltered. "You know about----" Her voice stopped, and she fell back in a faint.