“I had to think of you sir, lying here. Of Mrs Van Heldre, sir, and of Miss Madelaine.”
“Yes, yes; but speak, man. What have you done?”
“My duty, sir.”
“And accused him of this—this crime?”
Crampton was silent.
“Are you mad? Oh, man, man, you must have been mad.”
Crampton drew a long breath.
“Do my wife and daughter know?”
“Yes, sir,” said Crampton slowly.
“And—and they have spoken as I speak? They told you it was prejudice.”