"'Rita!' he muttered, 'You know?'"
"Yes," she said firmly. "No one else will. I must."
Cornelius Bent and Cortland had watched Wray in amazement. His face had suddenly grown white and drawn.
"You have no right to tell him, Rita," he persisted. "It's my secret!—not yours! You can't! I tell you."
But she eluded him and faced the General.
"You must listen to me, Cousin Cornelius."
Curtis Janney, who had been watching Wray closely, now interposed.
"Let her speak, General. It seems to be something of more than usual importance."
"Very well," he growled, "but be brief."