"Then I will explain to you."
"Aha, you cannots--you know nothings at all. Pah! La, la, la, la."
George spoke sternly. "Lola, I know more than you give me credit for. I have seen the dagger."
This time he struck home, for she started. "What dagger?"
"The stiletto you left in Mrs. Jersey's room."
"I did nothings. I was not there."
"Yes you were. For all I know you may have killed the woman."
"But it is foolish you talk, George. I did not. She was frightened--oh, very much afraid."
"So much that she gave you the confession you asked for?"
"Ah, yes--yes--yes," cried Lola, then seeing she had betrayed herself, she began to be alarmed. "Ah, you will say nothing. I would not tell anys but my George. He loves me. He will not see me dead."