She did not answer for a few minutes, and then as he half rose impatiently, as if to go, she said excitedly: “That case I brought over, Robert.”
“Case?” he said with a slight start.
“From the old house.”
“Well—what about it?”
“Tell me at once, or I shall go mad. What did it contain?”
“Papers. I told you when I wrote.”
“That would set him free,” the voices in her heart insisted.
“Who has been setting you to ask about that, eh?” She did not reply.
“You did not keep faith with me,” he cried angrily. “You have been telling Sir Gordon, or that Bayle.”
“I told no one,” she said hoarsely.