“Look here,” he said uneasily; “I want your help, and you do nothing but talk.”
“I will be silent; but tell me it is not true.”
“Do you want me to make matters worse by telling some paltry lie?” he said. “Yes; it is true.”
“Harry!”
“No: not all true. I did not steal that money.”
“Ah!” ejaculated Louise; and she reeled to her bed, and would have fallen but for the post she grasped.
“I’ve no time to explain, but you must know. Yes; I did knock old Van Heldre down.”
“Harry!” she groaned.
“And Crampton saw me come away; he has sent for the London police; and, unless I can get off, I shall be taken and tried.”
Louise literally tottered towards him.