“I believed in him always—even when he did not deny the crime,” was the quiet reply.
“There’s no good going on with that,” said the governor sharply. “We must take down her statement in writing, and then—”
“Look, she is sinking!” said Calhoun sharply. The woman’s head had dropped forward, her chin was on her breast, and her hands became clenched.
“The doctor at once-bring in the nurse,” said Calhoun. “She’s dying.”
An instant later, the nurse entered with Sheila, and in a short time the doctor came.
When later the doctor saw Lord Mallow alone he said: “She can’t live more than two days.”
“That’s good for her in a way,” answered the governor, and in reply to the doctor’s question why, he said: “Because she’d be in prison.”
“In prison—has she broken the law?”
“She is now under arrest, though she doesn’t know it.
“What was her crime, your honour?”