“No, no, no!” cried Harry, springing to his feet; “not that—not that.”
“And rob him.”
“No; anything but that. I swear I did not do that.”
“And when detected in the act did not scruple to play the would-be murderer.”
“Madelaine, have pity!”
“And cruelly struck him down.”
“Madelaine. All you say is not true.”
“Not true? Go up to where he lies hovering between life and death, and see your work. Coward! Villain! Oh, that I should ever have been so weak as to think I loved such a wretch as you!” He drew himself up.
“It is not true,” he said. “I did not commit that theft; and it was in my agony and shame at being found before the safe that I struck him down.”
“You confess you were there—that you were a partner in the crime?”