"Good heavens, Lola, did you kill the woman?"
"That fat ladys in black silk? Ah, no, I did not. But she was so afraid of the knife."
"You left her alive on that night?"
"Why, yes, my George. We part--oh, such good friends." Lola blew a kiss from her finger-tips. "She quite pleased, immense!"
"Well, Lola, as you have told so much, you must tell me all."
"There is nothing to say," she replied, turning sullen.
George rose. "Then I shall go away," he declared. "I came here to be your friend, Lola, and to save you from getting into further trouble. But if you will not be candid--" He moved to the door.
"What is candids? I know not, George." She sprang to her feet. "Ah, my heart, do not go. Soul of my soul, leave me not. I will do anythings what you ask of me."
"Then tell me the whole story of your visit to Mrs. Jersey."
"But you will marry Mees Vard!"