"Upon this woman?"
"Upon this one woman."
"If she realized it—"
"She does," broke in Beatrice. "I made her realize it. I went to her and told her."
"You did that?"
She raised her head in swift challenge.
"Even though Peter commanded me not to—even though I knew he would never forgive me if he learned."
"You women are so wonderful," breathed Monte.
"With Peter's future—with his life at stake—what else could I do?"
"And she, knowing that, refused to come to him?"