“Struck down in my defence. I did not know of this.”
“You—you knew he was very ill,” sobbed Janet.
“Yes; but I knew no more.”
“How could we tell you when you were nearly dead?” sobbed Janet; “and the doctor said you were not to be troubled in any way.”
Mark Heath stood as if dazed for a few minutes, striving to think coherently, and master the delusion, under which he had been suffering.
“Rich,” he cried at last, “for God’s sake, tell me all!”