“Shot him down!”
“Yes; but he’s not dead, sis—only wounded; but—”
“But what? Why do you keep anything from me now?” cried Claire piteously.
“It’s court-martial, and—it’s court-martial for striking your officer, Claire, and he knows it; and, poor fellow, in a desperate fit, so as to get into the hands of the magistrates instead of the officers, to be condemned to death, he—he—Claire, I can’t speak if you look at me in that wild way.”
“Go on!” she said hoarsely.
“He said—that it was not father—who killed Lady Teigne—but it was he.”