But he didn’t seem to hear her. He caught her by the arm and forcibly led her inland.
“Dead!” she whispered again. “It might have been you.”
“Or you,” she heard him say sharply.
“Me?”
“Yes. But it’s my fault. I should have guessed.”
“John Rizzio would kill me. Oh, it’s unbelievable!”
“You know too much.” He gave a short laugh. “Far too much for your own good—or mine.” He caught her suddenly by both arms and made her look straight into his eyes. “Doris, you’ve seen nothing, you’ve heard nothing tonight. Do you understand?”
His grasp on her arms hurt her but she bore it without a murmur.
“Yes,” she said.
“You swear it?”