“I fear you have suggested it,” he interrupted pointedly.
“If people confess do they get lighter sentences?” she asked with a quick breath.
“Usually,” said the monocle-man.
Jolly little pal pondered painfully. Perhaps she saw plainer than Bob how clear was the case against him. “Why don’t you?” she suggested.
Bob smiled feebly. “The answer I make is the same one I gave to Miss Gerald when I last spoke to her.”
A flame sprang to Gwendoline’s cheek.
“You dare say that now—with all this evidence against you?” She showed herself keenly aware of his presence now.
“I dare.” He stepped to her side and looked into her eyes. “My eyes are saying it now.”
The girl’s breast stirred quickly. Did she fear he would say those words aloud, before all the others? He was reckless enough to do so.
“Do you understand or shall I make it plainer?” he asked, swinging back his blond head.