“You said you wouldn’t ask me questions,” whispered she.
“Well, well, there is no need. I am convinced that my wife was trying to leave her home, and that it was something you did or said that stopped her. But what is the use? You can’t mount guard over her for ever. Nor can I. If she has made up her mind to go, what can be done?”
Rhoda sat forward in her chair.
“She won’t try again,” said she hoarsely.
“What makes you think that?”
“I can only tell you this, that I have a weapon, and that I’ve used it.”
“What weapon?”
Rhoda replied cautiously:
“I have knowledge of something with which she had nothing to do, but which would seriously affect some one else.”
“Won’t you trust me with it?”