“Well,” he said. “What was it you had to tell Sir Robert?”
She hesitated only a moment longer, and then replied boldly:
“You know what it was.”
“I swear I haven’t the least idea.”
She turned quickly as if to make her escape.
But he stopped her, laying his hand lightly on her arm.
“Don’t go yet, please. I must know what it is you intend to tell Sir Robert about me.”
She hesitated. Then, perhaps, in the hope that he might, after all, be able to clear himself of the worst part of the guilt which she believed to weigh upon him, she said:
“I know that it was you who killed the butler, Langton.”
He stood firm and did not flinch.